But I told you that story to tell you this story, and I WISH I had a picture to go with this - it was a classic scene. Sometime in the middle of the 2nd quarter some punk high school kid (backwards cock-eyed hat, tight bright shirt, baggy sagged jeans, probably a big clunky watch...the works) has been cuffed by two Augusta police officers and they are escorting him out of the Augusta Civic Center, presumably to Kennebec County Jail. The end location is irrelevant, the fact of the matter is they had to walk him around half of the court and then they were taking out the main entrance, basically to humiliate the kid and make him walk past everyone while he's cuffed. And if that wasn't funny enough (that alone was worth the price of admission...which was good because it was a shitty game to watch), when he was about 10 feet from the doord and, literally (I'm not making this up) right in front of us, his sagged pants and Campbell-esque belt could take it no more and one step later his baggy jeans were down at his ankles. That kid = HUMILIATED. I almost fell out of my seat laughing at him as he struggled to pull them back up with his hands cuffed behind his back and the officers continuing to hurry him along. So let this be a lesson: If you get cuffed, be sure to hold your pants up while you're walking to the cruiser. Cheers.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Insult to Injury
So tonight I took in a little tournament high school basketball in Augusta, my alma mater was playing and some of my former players were on the team so I took a drive up with a couple of folks to watch. And the game sucked, there was no flow and whistles were blowing left and right. Usually I don't harp on officials but the stripes really got in the way tonight. But anyways the EL boys pulled it out and look all ready to go for a big conference finals game on Friday. Let's go, fellas.
But I told you that story to tell you this story, and I WISH I had a picture to go with this - it was a classic scene. Sometime in the middle of the 2nd quarter some punk high school kid (backwards cock-eyed hat, tight bright shirt, baggy sagged jeans, probably a big clunky watch...the works) has been cuffed by two Augusta police officers and they are escorting him out of the Augusta Civic Center, presumably to Kennebec County Jail. The end location is irrelevant, the fact of the matter is they had to walk him around half of the court and then they were taking out the main entrance, basically to humiliate the kid and make him walk past everyone while he's cuffed. And if that wasn't funny enough (that alone was worth the price of admission...which was good because it was a shitty game to watch), when he was about 10 feet from the doord and, literally (I'm not making this up) right in front of us, his sagged pants and Campbell-esque belt could take it no more and one step later his baggy jeans were down at his ankles. That kid = HUMILIATED. I almost fell out of my seat laughing at him as he struggled to pull them back up with his hands cuffed behind his back and the officers continuing to hurry him along. So let this be a lesson: If you get cuffed, be sure to hold your pants up while you're walking to the cruiser. Cheers.
But I told you that story to tell you this story, and I WISH I had a picture to go with this - it was a classic scene. Sometime in the middle of the 2nd quarter some punk high school kid (backwards cock-eyed hat, tight bright shirt, baggy sagged jeans, probably a big clunky watch...the works) has been cuffed by two Augusta police officers and they are escorting him out of the Augusta Civic Center, presumably to Kennebec County Jail. The end location is irrelevant, the fact of the matter is they had to walk him around half of the court and then they were taking out the main entrance, basically to humiliate the kid and make him walk past everyone while he's cuffed. And if that wasn't funny enough (that alone was worth the price of admission...which was good because it was a shitty game to watch), when he was about 10 feet from the doord and, literally (I'm not making this up) right in front of us, his sagged pants and Campbell-esque belt could take it no more and one step later his baggy jeans were down at his ankles. That kid = HUMILIATED. I almost fell out of my seat laughing at him as he struggled to pull them back up with his hands cuffed behind his back and the officers continuing to hurry him along. So let this be a lesson: If you get cuffed, be sure to hold your pants up while you're walking to the cruiser. Cheers.
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