Tuesday, May 16, 2006

it's a bird, it's a plane, yo i'm hungry

No one is happier than Mack Brown about Ramonce Taylor's arrest for possession. Marijuana, you understand, is yellow-sun radiation for Texas runningbacks. We don't yet know whether we're in for a Silver or Gold Age season—Taylor was arrested with somewhere between 4 ounces and 5 pounds of MJ. Doing his best Clark Kent, Taylor was minding his own business on a pecan farm outside Austin, when a fight with more than 100 people broke out. Mindful of Justice and the American Way and so forth, Taylor called the police, who for whatever reason searched his Tahoe and found a .40-caliber round (No I race them, officer) and "four 1-gallon Ziploc bags containing marijuana in a black backpack with 'Big 12 Conference' stitched on it." Fit a cape on the Heisman.

Actually, I guess it's not good news.


Blogger The Governess said...

YO HO HO. capps, the sitemeter dont lie, youngs. another blog? are you ME or something?????

11:48 AM  
Blogger texas N/A said...

Yeah dude. Senator, senator! Meet me in your referral logs!

The ol' G.p is broke. Can't comment, can't post. A fine time for T to get his eyeballz zapped.

12:09 PM  
Anonymous Kevin said...

That police officer clearly didn't get the memo that all participants on the championship team get permament and unlimited exemptions for all indiscretions in the state of Texas.

But seriously, folks, if Romance knew he had a felonious amount of Mary Jane in his car, why would he invite the cops to search it? I don't know much about this sort of thing, but it seems like telling the police to search your car when you're packing that kind of weight isn't in the Drug Dealer playbook.

12:38 PM  

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