
The Pacman apparently visited a strip club the night before his meeting with Commissioner Roger Goodell. I mean, I don't even know what to say about this, much less think. What runs through your mind to make you think, "Okay, going to meet the commissioner to try and make sure he doesn't tag me with some monster suspension. Yeah, I'm pretty f***ing tense, so a strip club wouldn't be a horrible idea, right? I mean, sometimes it turns out bad, but I just won't make it rain tonight. Yeah. That's it. No rain and everything will be juuuuuuust fine."
Everyone does stupid shit, no question about it. But this is absurd. This is like staying up all night drinking before going to court for your DUI charge, except instead of a little plastic card we're talking about millions of dollars and your livelihood being at stake. Yes, I understand DUI's aren't anything to joke about and that people die as a result a lot of times, but what in Pacman's mind convinced him that he wouldn't get any publicity for traveling around New York City. Does he read the newspapers??? Granted the football paparazzi isn't as prevalent as the actual celebrity type, but man, there was zero chance this didn't backfire in his face.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
The Night Before, Pacman? Really.
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