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Opening Arguments

Alone at night

Please, please, please, don't say it was a mugging. The man wasn't hurt, for goodness sake, so it was just a theft when the mayor of Indianapolis had his cell phone plucked from his pocket by some con artists on his way back to the hotel from the arena where the NCAA finals were played in Detroit. (One man pretended to be having a seizure, then others surrounded the mayor when he stopped to help.)

Daniel Cherrin, spokesman for Detroit Mayor Kenneth Cockrel Jr., said the incident doesn't help Detroit's image, but it was the only pick-pocketing reported downtown on Saturday.

"One scalper, one urinator and one pick-pocketing reported," Cherrin said. "We are not unaccustomed to hosting large events and keeping our guests and residents safe."

One scalper, one urinator and one pick-pocketing. And a partridge in a pear tree. I shouldn't make fun. That's a pretty good showing for any big-crowd event anywhere, let alone an NCAA final in Detroit in which the Michigan team lost. And what was the mayor of Indianapolis doing walking around by himself, anyway? I know he wants to have a "just one of the people" image, but come on.

It sad that such things happen. Now, the next time a big-city mayor sees a stranger seeming to have a seizure, he'll just ignore it, and what if it's real that time?

Indianapolis will host the Final Four next year, by the way. Anybody who walks from that event to his or her her hotel room alone at night is just being stupid, OK?

Comments

Bob G.
Tue, 04/07/2009 - 11:11am

I thought he was ex-military...?

I know some Marines that would have left the area WITH their cellphone not being taken, the contents of the FOUR perps pockets secured in hand, and the aforementioned perps crying like babies from the BROKEN BONES and DISLOCATED JOINTS that devil dog just inflicted (when they all fell)...

Then I know other people that have a CCP permit...
(need I say more?)

;)

tim zank
Tue, 04/07/2009 - 12:49pm

Bobby...heh heh heh...my daddy was a "devil dog" in Italy in WWII. They teach ya how to take care of bidness.

tim zank
Wed, 04/08/2009 - 3:02pm

Correction: My dad was in the "Blue Devils" in Italy in WWII.
I had the "devil" part right though!

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