The attorney for noted ESPN sideline personality Erin Andrews has issued a press release regarding a lot of video images featuring a tall, naked blonde through a peephole in a hotel room. Those videos were the subject of an internet post that speculated whether or not the woman was in fact Erin Andrews. Now, one could presume that the speculation is over:
“While alone in the privacy of her hotel room, Erin Andrews was surreptitiously videotaped without her knowledge or consent. She was the victim of a crime and is taking action to protect herself and help ensure that others are not similarly violated in the future. Although the perpetrator or perpetrators of this criminal act have not yet been identified, when they are identified she intends to bring both civil and criminal charges against them and against anyone who has published the material. We request respect of Erin’s privacy at this time, while she and her representatives are working with the authorities.” [link]
We’ve long respected Andrews’ ability to take what seems like a throwaway job on many broadcast teams and use it to enhance our enjoyment and understanding of the contest at hand. She was only recently beginning to enjoy some of the ancillary perks of her job, recently lending her voice to Electronic Arts’ video game, “NCAA Football 10,” and, according to a source, posing for the August issue of GQ. It seemed she had finally realized that she was this generation’s Dick Vitale, and was finally okay with it, ready to take the Erin Andrews persona out for a spin. And then this.
The reactions around Blogfrica have been relatively muted. The source of the videos has not been identified, though there’s been some solid guesswork as to where that person might be. As for us, we’re just sad. Sad that someone so well thought of could have been targeted like this. Erin was, and still is, Our Girl. And whoever was responsible for this had better hope that the authorities find out who this guy is before we do.
But let’s end this on a brighter note. Let’s celebrate Erin the way we’ve always loved her: with her clothes on. And not pressing charges.