They met in a Washington, D.C., hotel for a harmless night of sex
and ended up ruining the entire state of New York. (Oh, how we miss Spitzer's financial expertise in the governor's mansion.) This is the slugfest you've been waiting for -- they both secretly blame each other for their respective ruination, but both of them entered the deal out of their own free will. Spitzer is probably still the same pansy who whined about using a condom, so he might not be too punchy. Dupre posed for Playboy
and sold millions of 99-cent mp3s in the wake of the scandal, and now she's an intolerably boring sex columnist
for the NY Post, so what does she have to complain about? Expect Silda Spitzer
to throw a chair or two into the ring just to keep this interesting.