Went to the 49ers-Rams tilt Sunday. Was having a lovely time watching the SF Singletaries dismantle an absolutely dreadful St. Louis Rams squad. Great day, two teams I don't give a crap about and tailgating in the parking lot. It's winter somewhere, but it sure as hell ain't here.

Just after halftime, out of nowhere (well, technically, it might've been out of somewhere, but I did have like 6 miller lights in the parking lot) the dude sitting in front of us gets tackled by 3 dudes in blue collared shirts that said "A-Team". The tacklee chucks some crap under his chair, and at this point, I'm convinced it must be a freaking balloon of heroin or something. Pretty soon there are a half-dozen cops running around and the guy is getting hauled up the stairs. For the record, the guy didn't struggle, and the A-team meatheads didn't really rough him up that bad, especially if he actually had been selling crack to the SF Jr. Cheerleaders sitting in our section... instead of rolling a j. The same j whose contents were now left spread at our feet, all but ignored by the cops and the A-Team, and now readily available for the all the kids in the section to come down and inspect in the wake of the horde escorting the guy out of the stadium. It just seems like a less than ideal outcome for all involved.

Ultimately, I guess you really shouldn't roll a doobie at the 49ers game, but I gotta think if it had been me doing it (not that I would, gulp) I doubt I would've been tackled for it... granted, I'm not particularly intimidating, and this guy was a rather large dude, but seriously, couldn't they just ask him to take it outside? Were they worried he'd get all baked and start eating the hell out of some nasty ass $10 nachos??? Honestly, if I'm the Yorks, I'm supporting anything that encourages this fan base to pony up for $8 churros that taste like cinnamon play-doh, not kicking people out over it. Sell enough of 'em and maybe you won't have to subject the sober portion of the fan base to Sean Hill and his raging band of misfits next year... or just waste it on Matt Cassel. Whatever.