The benevolent Michael Strahan -- friend of Jared's, cuddly teddy bear with bad teeth, locker room cancer -- is at it again.
As you've probably heard by now, Strahan was ruled to give $15.3M to his ex-wife Jean which, in a cruel twist, is way more than half of his $22M net worth. Can someone say "We want prenup! We want prenup!"?
Well, you mess with the bull and you get the horns. I'll let the New York Post take it from here:
Montclair cops had to be called to Jean Strahan's ritzy home after the hulking Giant went ballistic and angrily demanded to see his former spouse - all while the pair's 2-year-old twin daughters were in the back of his luxury SUV, the sources said.
"If Jean's not here in five minutes, there's gonna be trouble," the defensive end warned Jean Strahan's live-in carpenter in the driveway of her home, the sources said.
Strahan seethed as he sat in his black Cadillac Escalade - with a gorgeous gal pal in the front seat beside him, and the little girls in the back - and was told by the carpenter that Jean was on an errand. The worker offered to bring the children into the house after their custody visit with their dad, the sources said.
That wasn't good enough for Strahan. Eventually the cops were called and Jean was fear-stricken. Strahan argued, talked to the cops for about an hour and left with his gal pal, who apparently goes by the nickname "Cupcake." God, divorce sounds awesome.
The saddest part, to me? Nobody ate Subway sandwiches. Even though they've got more meat. Or less fat. Whatever.
Of course, how would you feel if your ex-wife had a "live-in carpenter"? That guy must be really, really, really (and I mean really) good at laying the wood.