Monday, February 02, 2004

Excuse me, Mr. Line Judge, but where are your pants?

And then there's this guy, who by all accounts is a serial streaker. Geez man. The guy needs a hobby.

He was reportedly dressed as a line judge, when he jumped down onto the field, stripped down to almost nothing, ran out to where the ball was placed for the 3rd quarter kickoff, and started dancing. Everyone was too stunned to move at first.

Then, the streaker was tackled by a Patriot linebacker, who later denied that it was him. (I'd deny it, too, cuz that's got to be uncomfortable. I'd immediately block out the memory.)

Weirder than advertised.

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