So the Jets are coming under fire now for alleged sexual harassment of a Mexican newslady who reported that her attempt to interview Mark Sanchez for TVAzteca was foiled by juvenile antics and cat calls.
NFL and team officials yesterday said they were investigating reports the Jets made suggestive comments to knockout TV correspondent Ines Sainz — who calls herself “the hottest sports reporter in Mexico” — during and after a weekend practice at their Florham Park, NJ, facility.
During the portion of practice open to the media, Ryan and defensive backs coach Dennis Thurman purposely overthrew passes so they would land near Sainz, she said. Later, during a locker-room availability, several players allegedly hooted and hollered when Sainz walked in.
She later tweeted she was “dying of embarrassment.”
Man, I can’t tell you how tired I am of women trying to act like they don’t know exactly what they’re doing. They absolutely do. I know she doesn’t really think anyone in Mexico gives a flying cacahuate about the questions she has for Mark Sanchez. I’ll go on record saying there is probably nothing less interesting in sports than hearing players whose names aren’t Shaq or Clinton Portis talk about the game.
We try to take everything one game at a time. We just go out there and give 110%, focus on executing our assignments, and when we do that, you know, we play up to our potential and that’s how you win football games.
Listen, lady. You can’t just go around marketing yourself the “hottest reporter in Mexico” and then walk into an NFL locker room, the one place where nobody expects men to hold anything back -literally the fucking lion’s den- and try to act all embarrassed when a rabid pack of alpha males takes a break from tripping over their third legs to give you exactly what you’re looking for. You’re not fooling anybody, señorita. Not only is this the single most potent concentration of testosterone under one roof, but the owner of the organization is named Woody Johnson for Pete’s sake. If you make it out in one piece you waive the right to complain at all. You don’t see me waltzing into the ladies’ room, then whining about all the flowers and ticklefights. Just comes with the territory. But howcome there isn’t even any urine all over the floor and walls? SO unprofessional.
Pics of Ines at The Superficial