As crazy as it sounds, let me tell you how Paul Pierce is the reason I now have court date next month. So I’m on the highway heading back home after one hell of a Saturday night, when I decide to call Ed and shoot the sh*t about all things basketball. One thing leads to another and before I know it, I’m off on a tangent which somehow led to me talking down on the Boston Celtics and why my respectful hatred of Pierce will never subside*. I lie to you not with this next sentence.
Literally 53 seconds later, I see cop cars in my rearview. At this point in time, I’m doing the “innocent guy checklist.” My seatbelt was on. I have the device set up in my whip as to where you can talk on the phone through the car’s bluetooth (no, I don’t have the douche bag ear piece). And I wasn’t speeding. The reason the cop pulled me over was because, wait for it, my tags were expired. I had no clue. The county always just sends my new registration and stickers in the mail, but I’m a grown man so I take responsibility for the mishap. Sometimes you’ve just got to take the L on the chin and unfortunately the piggy bank.
Let this be a lesson though, folks. Never talk ill about Paul Pierce on a Sunday because he’s apparently best friends with karma. And go check the tags on your car, too. There is a silver lining in all this, however. Had they pulled me over Saturday night, it could have really been ugly and I’d probably still be sitting in someone’s jail waiting to get bailed out Monday morning.
* – Even though he’ll never be able to form a complete beard, I can still admit dude is a future Hall Of Famer and one of the greatest Celtics ever. All that said, my hate for the Celtics just tripled. And I didn’t think that was possible.