POSTED BY Coley Ward ON 3:48 pm, July 29, 2006 - POSTED IN HBW (Hot Baseball Wives)
Stephanie Slemer, a former pharmaceutical sales representative from the St. Louis area, married St. Louis Cardinals slugger Mark “I’m not here to talk about the past” McGwire in Las Vegas on April 20, 2002.As you can see, the two have a lot in common — like giant breasts and a love of swimwear. They currently reside in Irvine, Cal., with their son, Max (note: McGwire’s batboy son Matthew is from a marriage to his first wife, Kathy.)
Stephanie and Mark were featured in the 2005 Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. That’s her, straddling her record-setting husband. And here we have Stephanie in the arms of her giant man. This whole photo shoot just wreaks of “I watched you do steroids and if you don’t pose for SI with me then I am running out to testify against your ass on capitol hill first thing in the morning.”
And can’t you just picture Stephanie pointing a well-manicured finger square at Mark’s broad chest and saying, “Do some sit-ups while you’re at it. Ever since you retired you’ve been lounging around doing nothing. It was bad enough when I was stuck with a buff, handsome husband with shrunken balls. Now you’re getting fat!”
But I digress. Stephanie McGwire’s motivations for marrying Mark and posing for SI are her own, and they are a mystery. But one thing is for sure: Stephanie, you are one hot baseball wife.
[Images courtesy silverscreentest.com and hogwild.net]
Nick Kapur 
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Say it ain’t so, Nick! I think these are all viciuos lies.
Yes, this is very serious and depressing. Yes, the Sox might not even make the postseason now, without ‘Tek. But even though he’s 34, last year was by far Jason Varitek’s best year in the bigs. He hit .291, made the All-Star team, and won both the Silver Slugger and the Gold Glove. I find it hard to believe it could all come crashing down so fast.
I *am* worried that this is the first year Jason seems to have shown any nagging injuries—we’d all heard about the glute strain, but even though the knee sitch was all hush-hush until he came hobbling back to the dugout on Monday, it *must* have been bothering him before because these things don’t generally happen overnight.
However, while it’s possible that his body is just completely falling apart after he’s been a total horse for years on end, I am not ready to throw in the towel on him just yet. (He’s hardly delicate flower Nomar Garciaparra.) I think he has more games left in those huge, muscly thighs of his.
For the sake of my Sox, I hope he does.