Here’s more on the incident reported very vaguely in the previous post.
The Centre Daily Times reports that the police responded to complaints of a loud party at #5204. I don’t see why that requires four units, including a “special response vehicle”; however, the university police said that they just happened to be driving the aforementioned SRV when they got the call.
OK, so no big deal—except that the cops also confiscated a small quantity of weed.
No arrests were made, the cops left with the confiscated evidence, and that was that. If any violations are to be cited, that will occur through the mail.
The boys couldn’t even roll themselves a fattie to pass around because the cops raided their stash. Pity.
Now, I can hear you Generation X and Y types who don’t know any better saying that smoking a little pot shouldn’t be a crime. However, these are athletes in training during an active season for their sport. They shouldn’t be using any drugs or alcohol. Furthermore, while I am not privy to team rules, I think it’s a good bet that smoking pot is prohibited.
Certainly, the ganja didn’t belong to Evans, Koroma, or Wallace. Some fool not on the football team undoubtedly left it there unbeknownst to the three innocent football players who live there. Yeah, right. Sounds a lot like Michael Irvin explaining away the coke allegedly left in his Dallas hotel room by a hooker a few years back.
There is something quite disconcerting about these dumbasses having even an ounce or two of marijuana in their apartment after all the attention that has been paid to off-field incidents involving their team. Christ, what is Paterno supposed to do now? Suspend half the defensive line? He can’t do that! He’ll have to let these guys off the hook, at least for the duration of the season. How will that go down with those who have been asking for Paterno’s head on a platter? No matter what he does, he’s screwed.
OK, I’m getting ahead of myself. They haven’t been charged with anything yet. I’m just sayin’. For those of you who are conspiracy theorists, perhaps Graham Spanier and Tim Curley planted that bag of mary jane in the apartment.
Oh, well. Business as usual.
