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Mike Tirico's wife Debbie Tirico might be the only woman who knew him in the 1990's that still likes him. I know what you're thinking: Mike Tirico? How could you say such a thing about this congenial, ultra-pro broadcaster? Nope, according to everyone who worked for ESPN in the 90's, Tirico was the opposite of a pro. I'm talking big time sexual harassment. Such was the corporate culture of ESPN in the 90's. I'll get to that in just a moment...
First, let's get it straight about Debbie Tirico, the wife of Mike. She seems like a good person. She attends benefits and charity events (as the good sports wife handbook clearly iterates every sports wife must do). I kid, of course, there is no such book, but attending charity events is certainly a pattern among the good eggs in the world of sports wives. Also, calling Debbie a sports wife is sort of a stretch, as Mike really, really doesn't look like he could hang with anyone on the gridiron.
I wonder how Mike's wife reacted when Michael Freeman revealed what he did at a party shortly after his hiring. He'd been working at ESPN a year, and at a get-together at somebody's house he approached some hot chick and hit on her. She flatly rebuffed him and then told him to "fuck off" after he kept chasing her around the party. When the time came to leave, 'ole Mikey boy forced her to stop her car, reached inside the car and grabbed her between her legs! Holy jumpin' shitballs, Mike. You're lucky that woman didn't dropkick your pudgy butt across the driveway! I say that because there was another incident in which a different woman who'd been terrorized by Slimy Mike told him to his face that she would "kick his ass if he ever did that again." Seriously, what does Debbie Tirico say about these stories? "That's my Mikey!" Queue goofy sitcom laugh track.
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Let's get Bermanized! Say what you want, but there is only one BermDog. Chris Berman's wife Kathy Berman has just got to let it ride. In other words, let Berman be Berman. I can't help but be curious about the nature of this relationship. This couple has been together for a long, long time. They were married in 1983 (when I was born). Berman is notoriously volatile, and some would say his these-guys-have-all-the-fun style extends into the realm of Ladyland. In so many words, he's no angel.
By all accounts, Kathy Berman is a kind woman and loving mother. Their daughter Meredith is herself a lovely young woman. She reportedly works at a low-level job for the New England Patriots, prompting some to speculate (wrongly) that Berman favors the Patriots. There was a small media scoff surrounding Berman's ability to get a Tom Brady interview and the potential conflict of interest because Meredith works for the Patriots, but that's frankly nonsense. Tom Brady is not exactly JD Salinger. The guy gives interviews. Chris's wife Kathy is likely very happy her daughter works for the Patriots organization- great group of people that they are.
Now, I don't want to start taking easy hacks at Kathy's man here. That's like swinging a katana in a watermelon field. The man has got stories stacked on top of stories, and even Chris' wife Kathy must partly want the "you're with me, leather" story to be true. I mean, come on. The Berm walks into a bar, utters the infamous line, and the lady is instantly stolen away from a would-be suitor. If Bermdog hadn't found himself in the center of the sportscasting world, he would've made a fine used car salesman and part-time bar frequenter. Recently, of course, Berman tried to "weigh in" on the Ray Rice fiasco, but the blocking of a punt interrupted his ramblings.
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There's really quite a lot to talk about with these two. Jay Cutler's wife Kristin Cutler was formerly Kristin Cavallari, a scripted-reality television star on both Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County and The Hills. Cutler is a quarterback and 126 million-dollar man who generally just has a cloud of shit follow him and his reputation around. Let's get to it...
First off, Jay Cutler's wife Kristin is known far and wide for being on those two shows (both of which seem like the absolute bottom of the barrel of reality television). The whole thing is scripted and made up-- to the point where the love triangles, personas, and plotlines are all not actually real. There was a skit that Comedy Bang Bang did recently about this very subject: the unreality of reality television. In this segment called "Date-zaster," they set up a blind date to go terribly wrong, but they overproduce it to the point where it actually becomes a traditional television comedy (featuring Weird Al Yankovic). This skit/segment is exactly what Jay's wife Kristin Cutler was talking about when she revealed how fake her old show The Hills was. It may be absolute trash, but it's sort of keen production. Her producers would actually text them lines. I'm sure I would loathe watching it, but hey-- it got ratings.
Now then, on to Kristin's husband for a moment. David Fleming wrote a nice piece for ESPN saying this of Jay Cutler:
You might think, in a season opener at home against the bottom-feeding Bills, that a newly minted, $126 million, franchise quarterback with a single career playoff win who has had an entire franchise ripped apart and rebuilt to his exact specifications would, maybe, be to blame for throwing two picks that led to 10 easy points for Buffalo in a shocking 23-20 overtime loss. And, like I said, you'd be wrong. Nothing is ever Blameless Jay's fault.
Ouch! Seriously. Double-ouch. And aside from whatever you've read and heard about this guy, there was also the ever-so-shitty way he got engaged to his wife Kristin Cutler back when she was Kristin Cavallari. According to her, he casually asked if they should get married while in an airport, and she said she thought that'd be cool. Then, she got the ring in the mail, and she said she waited a few weeks before she put it on. This is all came after they broke up for a few months. I find it all pretty fascinating. Part of me wonders what hanging out with these people would be like. They sort of both seem horrible and yet strangely compelling.