That didn’t take long. On July 5th future Hall of Fame point guard Jason Kidd announced his intention to sign with the New York Knicks, on July 12th Kidd signs a three year $9.5 million contract with the New York Knicks, on July 14th Kidd was arrested on suspicion of driving while intoxicated after crashing into a telephone pole in the Hamptons. The crash symbolically knocked out Cablevision in the neighborhood, and Cablevision of course owns the Knicks. Kidd was apparently very intoxicated at nightclub SL East in the Hamptons, people were sending him drinks all night and saying “welcome to New York”, and as you can see by the pictures he was apparently dancing on a table. Kidd was apparently so drunk that he had to be “carried out” of the club, his friends begged him not to drive, but he took off in his escalade anyway in an insanely poor decision. Kidd almost made it home, his car ended up in the woods, not far from his brand new mansion.
One of my goals in life is obviously to become extremely wealthy, to own several expensive cars, and to party as hard as I physically can. The first thing I would do is put somebody on the payroll who does not drink to chauffeur me around everywhere I go while I’m drunk. Like Turtle on “Entourage” whose job was initially to just drive Vincent Chase around. I would pay this person a large salary to stay sober and to be available at all hours of the night to pick my drunken carcass up in any and all situations. If I feel like drunken Taco Bell, you drive my hammered ass to the Bell at 3am. If I feel like going to Atlantic City to aggressively gamble at 730am after an all night binge, you drive me to AC. If make the horrible drunken decision to fly to Vegas or New Orleans for Mardi Gras, you drop me off at Newark airport, then pick me up when I return. I put you up in a hotel on the road, you live in my house full time if you want, your only job is to stay sober at all times and always be on call. Not a bad gig right? Of course all of my friends are downright drunks and borderline alcoholics so I’m going to have to outsource this position out of my inner circle.
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Anyway J-Kidd should have had one of those guys on the payroll, and the fact that he didn’t at least call a cab is baffling. He risked his own life and the lives of everyone else on the road that night, and for that, he should be ashamed. You are a millionaire many times over Kidd, call a cab and pick up the escalade in the morning, getting behind the wheel after a cocktail is never a good decision.