Friday, February 23, 2007

When you gotta go...

I had a great experience today. I waited in line at Meijer in Southport for about an hour and a half, so I could briefly touch the Colts' Lombardi Trophy. That's right: I've touched the greatest achievement in Indianapolis Colts history. I also took a picture, but it's on my camera phone, so that's where the picture will have to stay. Thank you so much, Colts Championship Trophy Tour. It was great to share that moment with hundreds of other Colts fans.

I just had to go. Speaking of "having to go," please read the following.

Now, of course, the ongoing Dominic Rhodes saga will continue Monday, when he's due in court for a hearing of some type. You can bet the local TV stations will be all over this. I hope they report on one little detail from the police report. According to the Indianapolis Star, here's partially what was in the report:

(Officer) Hafez said he clocked Rhodes at 82 mph in a 55-mph zone and watched the Colts player's GMC Yukon drive onto the shoulder briefly just after 3 a.m. Tuesday on northbound I-65 near 71st Street.

After failing two field-sobriety tests, Rhodes told Hafez he had consumed two or three alcoholic drinks. While sitting in the police car's front seat, Rhodes urinated on himself, the report said. Later, Rhodes' blood-alcohol level tested at 0.09, just over the 0.08 level at which an Indiana driver is considered drunk.

That's right, folks. The super-awesome running back who pounded the Chiefs, Ravens, Patriots, and Bears wet his pants. In the police cruiser. I read that this morning at work, and my goodness, it made my day. I guess the question now is: did he pee himself because he was scared, or because he just couldn't hold it any more!?

Wow.

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