O.K., now, the whole Cashman thing is going from TMZ material to TMI material. Via the Post -
Brian Cashman is a slugger in the sack.
Alleged stalker Louise Meanwell told The Post in a jailhouse interview that the Yankees general manager may look like a nerd, but he’s a skilled swordsman who bedded her on their very first date last April.
“Surprisingly, yes, he was a good lover,” she said. “A lot of things about him surprised me.”
In a wide-ranging Rikers Island sit-down, the woman accused of pulling off a $6,000 squeeze play on Cashman also claimed:
* He first started flirting with her in 2006 — as his wife, Mary, stood nearby — then kept in touch for years by sending her text messages.
* The money Cashman dropped into her Chase accounts was a “birthday gift,” rather than cash she asked him for to finance a “medical procedure.’’
* Since April, he had given her $18,000 to $20,000 to pay the rent on her TriBeCa pad as well as legal fees for a custody fight over her 14-year-old daughter with her ex-husband, Jason Bump.
* He bought her a $1,300 Mulberry handbag and gave her four baseballs autographed by the Red Sox as a gift for her daughter.
The busty blonde said Cashman made his move almost immediately after meeting her in 2006 at the Ritz-Carlton in Boston.
“I wish my wife wasn’t here,” she said he whispered, with Mary Cashman in the same room. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He handed Meanwell his business card and marveled at her British accent.
“I was 29 at the time, and I thought, ‘What a perv,’ ” she said.
The relationship that last week finally broke Cashman’s long-troubled marriage then simmered for years via texts, Meanwell said.
But she said she never saw Cashman again in person until he spotted her last April 6 during a rained-out Yankees-Twins game at the Stadium.
“He asked me when I was going to be at a game again, and I said it wasn’t going to be for a while,” she recalled. “So he said, ‘I really want to see you. I can come into the city.’ ”
The next night, Meanwell said, they went bar hopping at Cercle Rouge, the Bubble Lounge and South’s in TriBeCa before ending up between the sheets at her Leonard Street apartment.
She laughed at the memory of a bartender asking, “What are you doing with this old man?” when he spotted her out on the town with the balding baseball bigwig.