Say it ain’t so, Marvin!

Hall of Fame to be wide receiver of the Indianapolis Colts, Marvin Harrison, is under investigation after a shooting incident outside his North Philadelphia bar, Playmakers. Apparently there was an argument, followed by an altercation outside, shots were fired, and Harrison’s opponent was hit in the hand. Police have linked a gun to Harrison, but no charges have yet to be filed.

I just don’t want to picture Marvin Harrison as some sort of punk. He’s always been classy on the field, and I would like to keep that image in my head. We’ll see how it shakes out…

Proving there’s no such thing as bad press and that face and neck tattoos make for a killer mug shot, rapper Lil’ Wayne (born Dwayne Michael Carter) was arrested by border patrol at a US Border checkpoint on Interstate 8 in Dateland, AZ, on Tuesday night around 11:30 PM. Drug-sniffing dogs alerted officers that something might be afoot and Wayne’s bus, which was transporting 11 other people, was pulled aside for a consensual search.

Officers found:

Carter faces local possession charges (the feds passed on this one), and two other passengers are looking at narcotics charges. Wayne was released on bail, but has a court date set for Friday morning. In other news, his new album, The Carter III is due out in February.

I just got off the phone with a detective from the Chico PD. Apparently, they suspect somebody was murdered in my old house I lived in a few years back, by the train tracks…and by a bum bridge by the creek. It happened in my old room. Here:

They fished some poor woman out of the Sacramento River and suspect it was her boyfriend that did her in. They found blood stains “the size of a foot” in my old room, where they lived after me.

I keep my nose clean, so it’s really weird talking to a detective about a possible murder. I don’t think he thinks I did it. After I answered his questions, like when I lived there and if I had ever had an accident resulting in loss of blood in my room, we ended up talking about The Shield and The Raiders for a second. But it’s still weird talking to a detective, especially thinking that some young woman bought it in my room.

The detective had a sense of humor, and even suggested that I come up with a good story for my roommate when he asks me why the cops came by looking for me. If you have a good one, email it to editorial@synthesis.net.