The Boston Celtics’ Paul Pierce, the most valuable player in the 2008 NBA Finals, was handcuffed by Las Vegas police early Sunday after he was initially uncooperative following a traffic stop for driving erratically on the Strip.
The traffic stop occurred around 3 a.m. near Las Vegas Boulevard and Tropicana Avenue, Cassell said.
Officers gave Pierce field sobriety tests, which often take up to an hour, he said.
A Breathalyzer showed Pierce registered below the 0.08 level that defines legal intoxication in Nevada.
Pierce did not drive the car after he was stopped.
“He made a decision to have one of the valets park his car for the night,” Cassell said.
Police did not cite Pierce for a traffic infraction.
This is as much non-news as it was a non-arrest. Maybe if Pierce had pulled the old “Do you know who I am?” line, or was driving erratically because he was getting road head from a 5 diamond hooker I’d care, but I don’t.
When I found this picture of Chris Duhon, the first thing that came to my mind was the hope that this conversation ended with the phrase “no homo“. Maybe it didn’t. I’m not a specialist on this type of stuff, but those don’t look like “no homo” eyes on the right.
After the break, plenty of pictures of Chris Duhon partying with a bunch of random people from Chicago, as well as his infamous lap dance pictures.
What is it about pro athletes that make them want to party topless? I’d love to say that Charles Oakley stripped down in an game of “Show me your and I’ll show you mine” with the ladies in gold, but I’d be lying. Instead, it looks like Oak was just having a old fashion good time in Vegas, balloon pants and all.
For more pics of an old guy with his shirt off in Vegas, visit Deadspin.
In true unresearched blogger fashion, I’m posting these photos assuming they were taken after the Red Sox won the World Series last year. I’d love to think that there’s a party like this after every game, but I think that might be a stretch. Or maybe they do this after every game, minus Rene Russo
But does it really matter? Check out how blasted Tek is. I wonder how Big Papi ended up on his shoulders. Did Tek ask for it, or did Big Papi demand that the Captain take him for a ride around the bar.
Clay “Buck Wild” Buchholz has been down in Pawtucket working on his arm slot, with hopes of rejoining the Red Sox sooner rather than later. If you ask me though, this kid has boy band written all over him. Not because I think he can sing, but because he and his buddies already have the douchey group photo pose down perfect. They could call themselves “Buck Wild and the Claymations”.
Don Chavez asked, Dan Patrick delivered, but Reggie Miller wasn’t biting. Now if someone could just get TNT to come through with some airtime for these pictures? Charles Barkley I’m looking in your direction. Free gambling lessons if you come through!
Blogxilla.com has unearthed these photos of Vince Young ripping it up, and it looks like it was a lot of fun if you’re into drinking with sweaty topless dudes. Not that I’ve ever done that, or would do that.
An invasion of thousands of British students at a small Spanish resort for a sports tournament has left locals reeling from their drunken antics.
Students from 37 universities including the London School of Economics, Manchester University and King’s College London, descended on the town of Calella to compete in games including netball, hockey and lacrosse.
But so many spent their days drinking instead of competing that locals said the tournament was more about being drunk than sport.
Andrew Hammond, 23, of Derby University’s American football team, admitted he and the team never went to play sport.
“I just went for the crack,” he said. “We drank but we were well-behaved.
Foreign beaches, clown suits, nipple pinching, girl/girl action and beer? Where do I sign up? I went digging for more pictures from CalellaFest, and hit the jack pot. The Daily Mail’s article is no exaggeration, but someone should tell the Brit’s that there’s no need to pretend that you’re there to play sports. On this side of the pond we do the same thing, minus the clown outfits (sometimes) and call it Spring Break.
