As a person who drinks responsibly, I have something to say to all of you who don’t:
Stop throwing beers at arrogant, overpaid basketball players when they’re being particularly childish and toddler-like. Then we can all have an occasional beer at the ballpark/concert venue, and we won’t have to listen to any of that “because a few of you couldn’t follow the rules, all of you will have to pay” crapola. Jeez, people, is it so hard? You paid money for the beer; hold the beer in your hand so you can continue to sip from the cup. Why waste an arena-priced beer — $8 or so, depending on your geographic area — on some multimillionaire jerk?
It makes so much sense. Maybe this is the sort of conclusion you can arrive at only when you’re relatively sober. Anyway, Uncle Grambo has a pretty good roundup of links on the Pacers/Pistons fiasco, including the remarkably apt description of ESPN bobblehead Stephen A. Smith as a “supreme douchebag,” which was certainly my reaction when I read this from him today:
As I watched footage for the first time, before going live on ESPN, what I saw mainly was a drink tossed in Artest’s face, Artest’s charge into the stands, punches being thrown from all directions, and players fending for themselves. Initially, I felt like I would have done what Artest did. But . . . I did not know that Artest grabbed the wrong fan, that Jackson had elected to go into the crowd and throw haymakers without provocation from any blows being thrown in his direction. I wasn’t aware that an elderly man was seen writhing in pain on the floor, that the son of Pistons forward Darvin Ham was shaken to tears by the incident.
So if, somehow, he had hit the correct fan, that would have made it all OK? Ohhh-kay.