Source: http://blogs.palmbeachpost.com/gatorbytes/2010/02/15/tebow-gets-punked-by-a-miami-fan/
Submitted by: Luke
Big UPS to T-Mos out in the PNW for his Swaggerific contributions…
Feb
16
An old lady giving a disgusting old racist some street justice isn’t necessarily wrong but it certainly is very funny to watch:
Sons want mother’s rant removed from YouTube
Take my mother off the internet, says son whose mum is YouTube video hit
Well the day is finally here. It’s really hard to believe that all of this started over 1 year ago, at the Bear Creek Music Festival in Suwannee County on my birthday weekend in November of 2008. I can remember it like it was yesterday: You, our friend Sam, and I were jamming out to the repetitive sounds of the justly named band Perpetual Groove, when you had internally decided that you needed a little extra “kick” or “spice” to get you through the set. You sneak away. Maybe 10 to 15 minutes later, as I’m totally in the musical “zone”, Sam turns to me and ponders, “Where’s Terry?” I innocently shrug off the question as if to say, “I dunno, nor am I worried about it.” Sam snaps out of the zone: “No Hans, it’s been a while. Seriously, where is Terry.“ I convince Sam that you probably went to go take a leak and that you’re lost, but you will certainly “find your way back to us.”
3 minutes later, we see you. “See Sam, I told you. There he is. Nothing to worry about.” I could not have been more wrong. What I somehow failed to realize was that you were actually handcuffed and that you had a 2-person police escort. You were there to inform me that you had been arrested for possession of *******, they were taking you to jail to be booked, and you would be spending the night in jail. After a brief and awkward conversation with the officers about how we could get you out the next morning, they took you away. Sam and I were in a daze. I was officially out of the musicial “zone” and we decided to head back to our campsite to collect our thoughts about what the hell just happened and to strategize a plan to get you out the next morning. Naturally, we decided to “worry about it in the morning.”
The next morning, I must admit, is a blur. After telling the story to Kegger (I don’t know where the hell he was the previous night) about how you were arrested, we did a lot of sitting and eating–not a lot of strategic planning. Yeah, we kinda knew what we needed to do, but not really. Finally, I called the jail: “Ah yes, is Terry Logue there please? Yes? Can I talk to him? No? Hmm. Well, what’s he up to? Oh, he’s eating breakfast. Aight, well let him know I called and that we’re getting the ball rolling for busting him out of there. Thanks!” What did I accomplish in that phone call? Absolutely nothing. We then decided the best way to bust you out was to just go to the jail. Don’t know why we didn’t think of this earlier–It wasn’t like we were going to get anything accomplished from our campsite. Once we got to the jail, it was a slow process to get you out, but we got it done. You were free…from jail.
After a couple months of you declaring your life “over”, trying to hide this most arrest from your parents, and meetings with the best lawyer in town (shout out to Bill Davis!), you learned your fate: Your case would be transferred to Leon County, and you would enter a “program” that basically would require you to be COMPLETELY sober for at least 1 year. This was significant because honestly, I’m not sure if you had been COMPLETELYsober for more than 48 hours since your 18th birthday. The good news was that once this program was completed, all charges would be dropped. You started the program exactly 1 year ago today.
I can sit here and honestly say that there was never any doubt in my mind that you would be able to stay COMPLETELY sober for the entire year. I know it was tough, and we were not always easy to hang out with while we drank (amongst other things) ourselves stupid, but you were always a good sport about it. I’m proud of you, and I wish you the best of luck as we move forward into the next phase of our lives. FREE BOBBLE!