Steve Phillips Suspended After Affair With ESPN Employee

ESPN analyst Steve Phillips had a fling with a 22-year-old production assistant, who, after being dumped, taunted his wife with "Fatal Attraction"-like phone calls and a letter that bragged about her sexcapades with Phillips while taking pot shots at their "loveless marriage," The Post has learned.

The former Met general manager, whose tenure with the team was rocked by admissions of infidelity, confessed to his wife and local cops that he had slept with ESPN assistant Brooke Hundley several times this past summer before dumping her.

In retaliation, the jilted young woman repeatedly phoned Phillips' wife, Marni, saying, "We both can't have him!" an explosive police report claims.

Hundley's desperate actions -- including accidentally smashing her car into a stone column while speeding away from the Phillips' home after leaving the letter -- terrified the family, according to the Wilton, Conn., police report.

"I have extreme concerns about the health and safety of my kids and myself," Steve Phillips said in a police statement, adding that the woman became "obsessive and delusional" after he dumped her.

But Phillips, 46, declined to pursue criminal charges against Hundley, a Bristol, Conn., woman who cops learned may have used an ESPN computer to contact Phillips' 16-year-old son on Facebook while posing as a high-school classmate.

Phillips -- who admitted having multiple affairs with women while working for the Mets -- is now being sued for divorce by his 40-year-old wife, the mother of his four sons. Two months ago, Phillips deeded the family's five-bedroom, multimillion-dollar Wilton home to her.

A source told The Post Phillips has been suspended for a week by ESPN -- which hired him in 2005 as a baseball analyst -- because of the scandal.

ESPN refused to comment, and Phillips did not return calls seeking comment.

Hundley, too, refused to talk when reached by The Post last night.

The bombshell developments come 11 years after Phillips took a brief leave of absence as the Mets' GM after admitting to having sex with a team employee, Rosa Rodriguez, who sued him for sexual harassment, a case later settled out of court.

In a Wilton police report obtained by The Post, Phillips said he first met Hundley on July 13 in St. Louis when she was working as an assistant for remote-game productions for ESPN.

"Over a three-week span, I had a total of three sexual encounters with her," Phillips said in his police filing. "Those were the only times I spent any time alone with her."

He said his rejection of Hundley was "met by varying degrees of disappointment and hurt; more than was appropriate based on what the relationship was."

Then, Marni Phillips told cops, on the night of Aug. 5, she began repeatedly receiving harassing phone calls and text messages from a woman who claimed to have information about her husband.

When Marni called Phillips at work, he came home and confessed to the affair.

On Aug. 16, Marni said, Hundley left her "a detailed and very disturbing voice-mail message on my cellphone and a [text] message late that night."

"The tone of the text message was, 'I care about Steve, I make him happy, and we both can't have him,' " Marni said.

Steve and Marni Phillips were unaware at the time that their son had been contacted on the Internet by someone identifying herself as a classmate, asking him personal questions about the family.

"She said that she had overheard my mom telling someone at my brother's baseball game that my dad really likes someone at work and is probably going to move out and that if I need to talk to anyone, she would be willing to listen because her parents went through the same thing," the boy told cops.

"She asked inappropriate questions about my parents, such as: Do they sleep in the same bed? Do you think they will be getting a divorce? Do they fight a lot?" the youth added.

He said the woman even tried flirting with him to get information.

"She told me that she had stopped by the [football] field before to see me [practice] . . . She often awkwardly, flirtatiously complimented me, saying that I was a very sweet and nice guy."

But the son said he grew angry when she referred to his mother as his dad's "baby mama."

"[She] would often make comments of how lucky my mom was to marry a guy with money and not have to work . . . The tone was very jealous," he said.

The boy added that when he didn't immediately respond to the writer, she would start bombarding him with messages.

"Countless times, she asked me for my home phone number and stated that . . . her parents needed to contact my mother immediately," the rattled teen said.

The kid also began receiving numerous Facebook friend-requests from Hundley.

Marni Phillips, a stunning, green-eyed blonde, told cops that on Aug. 19, she drove home with her 7-year-old son and spotted a woman walking down the driveway to a parked car.

"I knew instinctively this was the woman Steve was involved with and I was terrified," Marni told cops. "I immediately called 911. She got in her car, put it in reverse and smashed the rear end of her vehicle into the stone column."

Marni then found the letter stuck in the door.

In the letter, Hundley details her affair with Phillips, and mentions "a big birthmark on his crotch . . . and one on his left inner thigh, so you know I'm not being fake."

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/nationa...wJLU4ZDXvvDO/0

Read the letter the girl wrote on the website. She sounds psycho.

also there r pictures out there of this Hundley chick she looks like an offensive linemen.. Id rather jack off with sand paper then stick my dick in this chick.

Poor Detroit

The city could of used that game. Would of helped take their minds off of things for at least 3 more games. Only thing this city has to look forward to is a white rapper coming out with Relapse 2!!!! Fck anyone from this pos town!!! There best player Cabrera even gets beat down by his own Crack headed wife. BTW I had 2k on Det goodluck all!!!

Arrest Made In The Erin Andrews Nude Tape Case

A man has been arrested in Chicago on federal charges of stalking an ESPN reporter, taking nude videos of her in a hotel room surreptitiously and posting the videos online after trying to sell them to celebrity Web site TMZ.com.

FBI officials in Los Angeles, where the charges were filed, say 48-year-old Michael Barrett of Westmont, Ill. was arrested at O'Hare Airport Friday night.

http://kdka.com/sports/Erin.Andrews....2.1225047.html

http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/10/03/...est/index.html

Rockies vs Dodgers

Was just thinking as I collected my 1100 on my Rockies pick tonight..This would be the first time that a team gets to pop the champagne twice in one season if they would sweep these bums!!!! Correct??

The night the lights went out in Vegas

People always have bad beat stories. But there is no doubt what is the worst bad beat in the history of gambling. It's the night the lights went out in Vegas.

For the non-degenerates in the audience, the game I am referring to is UNLV/Wisconsin, played August 31, 2002.

As you’ll see, the game’s ending was shadier and more mysterious than a North End election. What you will also see is that of all the unpaid writers in all of metro Boston, this one just so happened to be vacationing in Las Vegas that week and in attendance at Sam Boyd Stadium that night.

Here is my account of the events leading up to and through the now infamous game:

When I arrived in Vegas on Tuesday night the 27th, it didn’t take long to figure out who UNLV was playing in their home opener on Saturday. Whether it was the Tram to the Mandalay, the front row at Club Paradise, or the line (again) at the ATM, you couldn’t go 10 feet without seeing someone sporting “Bucky the Badger” paraphernalia or wearing a friggin’ foam block of cheese atop their head.

Wisconsin fans had actually flocked in such droves that week that the game itself set an all-time attendance record for UNLV football.

What Badger fans also did was flood the sportsbooks. And rightly so.

In fact, when I first noticed the line at “Wisc…3….UNLV” written in red magic marker at the “palatial” Tropicana sportsbook, I too nearly put down my Keno Gold card and hopped the six folding chairs blocking my path to the betting counter.

Huh?

How could UNLV only be getting a field goal to a Big Ten power like Wisconsin? Did Randall Cunningham have an extra year of eligibility I didn’t know about? Is the Fonz the new coach for the Badgers?

Whatever the case may be, “rat game” or not, there was nothing stopping me, Badger fans, and seemingly everyone else in Sin City from throwing a few bucks on Wisconsin.


Strippers, cab drivers, poker players, even the nine-year-old kids passing out porn agreed that this game was a lock. And by the time we took our seats behind the east end zone of the stadium on Saturday night, the line had reflected that opinion and skyrocketed 5 full points all the way to -8.

As the game progressed, fortunately for us “Badger fans” in attendance, things could not have looked better. UNLV was pathetic – they had five turnovers in the first half while Wisconsin, as expected, moved the ball at will.

The score at the break was 24-7, good guys.

Ka-f’n-ching.

By the end of the third quarter, with the game well in hand, “Bucky” the aforementioned Badger mascot, actually began doing the “Stayin’ Alive” dance on the Rebel field…while incidentally, I did a similar maneuver in my seat. “Oh, it was a delight” as Will Ferrell’s James Lipton would say.

Finally, with 9 minutes left and the score now 27-7 Wisconsin, my buddies and I decided it was safe to take off. But just as we entered our cab outside the stadium, my friend Jerry’s cell phone rang. It was my brother, who was also at the game but sitting on the other side of the field. He handed me his phone and I answered.

“Pete, what the f---? You seeing this?”

“No, what? What are you talking about, we just left.”

“The f-----n’ lights went out in the stadium.”

“What? When?”

“Just now.”

My first reaction I guess was disbelief. I didn’t really understand what he meant. My older brother instincts kicked in and I told him to just sit tight and not do anything stupid. My second reaction was just wow, good thing we left. I never had any reason to suspect anything else.

So 20 minutes later, after getting dropped off at the Trop, I decided to stop by the sportsbook to check out what happened with the game, and of course, cash my ticket.

But as I headed towards the back of the casino, I could hear a disturbance in the sportsbook. It was something I hadn’t heard in my entire five-day stay at the hotel.

Actual human beings in the sportsbook. Yelling. LOUDLY.

Uh-oh.

I didn’t know what was going on but I knew it wasn’t good. I walked in the room and bedlam had broken out in the Tropicana sportsbook as no fewer than three Badger fans - two sporting cheeseheads - were screaming at the 21-year-old bookie behind the counter.

These people were not happy – one of them actually removed his cheesehead and slammed it violently against the side wall, which is something you just never see.

So between the commotion, the Midwest accents and the flying cheese heads, I really couldn’t comprehend anything. Huh? What?

Finally, I noticed a message on the dry-erase board written that started to explain things:

“Due to the 55 minute rule, all bets on the Wisconsin/UNLV game are off.”

A few minutes later, after talking to the now frazzled bookie, I figured things out. It turned out that the power at the stadium was “lost” with 7:41 left in the 4th quarter - just 2 minutes and 41 seconds from reaching the necessary 55 minutes.

The refs then consulted with the coaches for 15 minutes and a decision was made that the game could not be completed. The game, while official in the eyes of the NCAA, with Wisconsin winning 27-7, was null and void in the eyes of Vegas. All bets were off since according official sportsbook rules, “a college or pro football game MUST go 55 minutes in order to pay.” And anyone who bet on Wisconsin had their original bets refunded by the house, which was a small consolation to say the least.

“You gotta be f’n shittin’ me” was pretty much my reaction. “Honestly. How does this happen?”

Initial reports after the game claimed a car accident had caused the shortage, but that was later denied. A blackjack dealer at the Mandalay Bay told me he thought it was lightning, even though it never rained. Rumors were circulating all night, each one more ridiculous than the next.

Of course, Nevada gaming officials have always denied any foul play, and simply say the timing was coincidental. They also insisted Oswald acted alone and that Barry Bonds never took steroids.

Please. Do you think some guy just happened to trip over the cord 2 minutes before the game became official?

The bottom line with the “Night the Lights Went Out in Vegas” is that none of us will ever know what really happened.

I for one have always believed that it was simply the powers that be in Vegas flexing their muscles and giving a big "eff you" to everyone, including me, who thought they were getting the best of them that week.

Maybe it was an obnoxious Badger fan who said the wrong thing to the wrong person. I don’t know. But ever since that night in the desert seven years ago, whenever I bet on a football game, especially one that takes place in southeastern Nevada, I’ll always be wary of the 55-minute rule. And I’ll always know that no matter the score, a game is never, ever over, until Vegas says it is.