Damn.

Looks like Mr. Poon beat me to this one.

For that, I’m afraid I’m going to have to file a restraining order, keeping him at least 32 centimeters away from me at all times. And if he even dares to pull that “Marry me, Tony” crap in the fifth character of every odd-numbered post again, I’ll make it 38 centimeters. Don’t tempt me, Poon.

And in other, less amusing police blotter news…

Wisconsin RB Booker Stanley is back in the clink. If he somehow sees Florida for the Capital One Bowl, much less suits up for the game, I’ll have lost an ark-load of respect for Wisconsin (arkload=400 cubits x 800 cubits or so).

If it wasn’t bad enough that he got a good number of carries against BG after rearranging some guy’s face at a block party this summer (after shoving a chick out of the way to get to him), after being forced to sit out two early-camp practices, now he’s back at it. What I want to know is what part of “plea bargain” lets a guy keep playing after being charged with shit like that? The late December court date was a nice touch, too. Hope you like your seats at Camp Randall, your Honor.