"The Wish Factor"

Warning: If you see Pacman this week go in the opposite direction!

Let the partying begin in Indy or as the brothers called it where I'm from "Naptown". The Super Bowl festivities should be off the chain this week. Everywhere you go in the city there will be some celebrity hosting or getting it in at some party. Super Bowl week is an unbelievably good time no matter where it is. However, it takes a lot of discipline to handle everything that may come your way, especially, if you're a player or former player. I wrote an article some time ago entitled "Why Pro Athletes Shouldn't Get Married" for weeks just like this. I'm going to take you back to your old Sesame Street days; the word for the week is "MATURITY" bruh.

In previous years several players and former players have bitten the dust during the Super Bowl folly. Year before last in Miami Warren Sapp, a lead analyst on the NFL Network and one of the all-time great defensive players in league history, was arrested the day before the Super Bowl and charged with misdemeanor domestic battery. Obviously, he was done working for the week so they sent his butt to the crib.

Also the day before Super Bowl XXXIII (1999), Atlanta Falcons safety Eugene Robinson was arrested for offering an undercover policewoman $40 to perform a sex act. Ironically, that happened on the same day that Robinson received the Bart Starr Award for his "high moral character." Of course the Falcons went on to lose that game to the Bronco's.

Then there was Barret Robins the center for the Oakland Raiders that didn't take his depression medicine and came up missing the day before Super Bowl XXXVII (San Diego). When he resurfaced that night in Tijuana, Mexico, he was so incoherent that Coach Bill Callahan had no choice but to leave him off the roster.

The most famous Super Bowl arrest of all time, of course, belongs to Ray Lewis. Though he was eventually cleared of everything except an obstruction of justice charge, "Baby Ray" was arrested as a suspect in a murder at a party following Super Bowl XXXIV (2000). I was in Atlanta that night sitting on the porch watching the big dawgs run, stomp, bark and howl. I couldn't afford to get into any of the parties all week as I explained in "Why? Cuz it's the Super Bowl!" joint a few days ago. I'm sure glad I wasn't standing outside of that particular party for sure!

I just hope Pacman Jones doesn't show up bruh! Man that dude is out of control and I'll be the first to tell you bruh! This is still Indiana! Don't come out here with $80 grand in singles and try to make it reign! That goes for Nelly too! He got off like Steve Bartman's boy did at the Cubs game because he was right with Pacman during NBA All-Star weekend in Vegas a few years ago. Pacman just caught all of the heat because he stays in trouble. Nelly just slipped out like Justin Timberlake did Janet during the “Wardrobe Malfunction.”

I know that it's hard for some cats to stay out of jail, but if that's you? Don't come to Indy this week bruh, because they just spit shined a bunk with your name on it and boyz are riding around with the "Wish Factor". So if you end up in Marion County Jail this week, don't ever say that “Ya Boy” didn't give you the 411!

Holla At Ya Boy!
Jay Graves
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Information from the Associated Press was used in this article.