You won't believe what happened on my way from New Jersey to Little Rock to cover the NCAA sub-regional. You. Just. Won't, Believe. It.
I'm writing to you at 1:45 in the morning, stuck on a runway in Cleveland.
The flight from Newark was four hours late. On the way there, at 30,000 feet, several passengers got into some sort of altercation.
Some damn drunks got into a fight. On the plane. Like they were Mike Tyson and Rampage Jackson.
Snakes on a plane.
Or drunks on a plane.
Someone threw a drink at someone and cursed at the flight attendant and it got ugly. The flight attendant told the pilot so on the way to Little Rock, the pilot declared an emergency and diverted to Cleveland.
Once on the ground, there were two police cars waiting and six cops. They came onto the plane and escorted several people off. At least one was arrested.
They weren't screwing around.
One turd went off to the slammer.
Good.
It will end up taking me eight hours to go from Jersey to Arkansas. I could have flown to freaking Europe in less time.
Maybe I'll wake 'Bron Bron up.
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Posted on: March 21, 2008 7:24 am
Snakes on a PlaneCome on Freeman. Next time take some pictures of something this hilarious. I wonder if the cops could charge someone with attempted murder if someone was fighting with someone else and threw them up against a window in the airplane. By the way, who would you put money on in a boxing match between Rampage and Iron Mike, both in their primes at the top of their game? P.S. You better check to make sure that Dubya hasn't stolen your passport information. That seems to be going around these days. |
