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Further to Plaxico
I know there are genuinely important issues out there, and I do have a couple of rants just about ready to go. But I'm loving this Plaxico Burress thing.
First: his name is pronounced "PLEX-i-co." For my money a guy can have any weird name he wants -- I mean, I do -- and pronounce it however he wants. I just wanted to make sure you guys were saying it right while you hold your sides laughing.
Second: Mayor Mike is all for throwing the book at Plax. I agree, though not for his reasons. He says the guy, being a sports star, is a role model for kids and has even more responsibility to behave like an intelligent adult than the rest of us do. I don't buy that. Someone who can run fast or catch things or throw things doesn't have to be a role model behind that if he doesn't want to. If Plax wants to act like a jerk he has every right. He does NOT, however, have the right to carry an unlicensed gun into a crowded nightclub and drop it down his pants with the safety off.
Third: I think, furthermore, that Mayor Mike really ought to get the whole bookshelf ready to fling. The security folks at the club knew Plax was strapped, told him they'd rather he left the thing outside, and then caved when he said no. No way you can tell me they made that decision by themselves; they had to have shoved it up the chain of command. So you can toss a book or two at the club, the manager and the security staff. Then there's the doctor who didn't report the gunshot wound the way the law says she has to. (Why not? Season tickets, maybe?) She's been suspended by the hospital, but again, she was the only person who saw this giant Giant limping in? Send a couple of volumes flying through the hospital. And how about the two teammates who spirited the gun away so Plax didn't have to take it to the hospital with him? And the Giants, who took a little looong to suspend the guy? Chuck some tomes over toward the Meadowlands, too. But save a couple for the geniuses in the "nightclub industry," whatever that means, who apparently know that half the sports figures who drop by clubs are carrying, and look the other way.
What a bunch of jack- and jenny-asses, as my old daddy used to say.
First: his name is pronounced "PLEX-i-co." For my money a guy can have any weird name he wants -- I mean, I do -- and pronounce it however he wants. I just wanted to make sure you guys were saying it right while you hold your sides laughing.
Second: Mayor Mike is all for throwing the book at Plax. I agree, though not for his reasons. He says the guy, being a sports star, is a role model for kids and has even more responsibility to behave like an intelligent adult than the rest of us do. I don't buy that. Someone who can run fast or catch things or throw things doesn't have to be a role model behind that if he doesn't want to. If Plax wants to act like a jerk he has every right. He does NOT, however, have the right to carry an unlicensed gun into a crowded nightclub and drop it down his pants with the safety off.
Third: I think, furthermore, that Mayor Mike really ought to get the whole bookshelf ready to fling. The security folks at the club knew Plax was strapped, told him they'd rather he left the thing outside, and then caved when he said no. No way you can tell me they made that decision by themselves; they had to have shoved it up the chain of command. So you can toss a book or two at the club, the manager and the security staff. Then there's the doctor who didn't report the gunshot wound the way the law says she has to. (Why not? Season tickets, maybe?) She's been suspended by the hospital, but again, she was the only person who saw this giant Giant limping in? Send a couple of volumes flying through the hospital. And how about the two teammates who spirited the gun away so Plax didn't have to take it to the hospital with him? And the Giants, who took a little looong to suspend the guy? Chuck some tomes over toward the Meadowlands, too. But save a couple for the geniuses in the "nightclub industry," whatever that means, who apparently know that half the sports figures who drop by clubs are carrying, and look the other way.
What a bunch of jack- and jenny-asses, as my old daddy used to say.
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