This is good to see.
Two men were banned from events at The Palace for what the Detroit Pistons say is their involvement in last month’s NBA brawl.
John Green and Charlie Haddad were sent letters informing them of the ban, which also includes events at DTE Energy Music Theatre in Clarkston, Pistons spokesman Matt Dobek said Wednesday. The Clarkston site is another holding of the Palace Sports and Entertainment organization.
Apart from Pistons games, the Palace hosts figure skating competitions and concerts. The DTE Energy Music Theatre holds concerts.
Green, of Oakland County’s West Bloomfield Township, is accused of lobbing a cup at Indiana Pacers forward Ron Artest on Nov. 19, sparking the brawl. Haddad, of Burt, ran onto the court that night, Dobek said.
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“That’s ridiculous. Are they going to ban Artest and the other Pacers who ran into the stands and beat up on our fans and the people that live in this community,” Shawn Smith, Green’s attorney, said Wednesday. “They’re completely picking on the little guy. … It’s not fair.”
Oh, gag me. Anyone who throws a beer at a sporting event deserves to be banned for life, even if they didn’t play a causal role in an ugly melee. Go ahead and sue, big boy. Via Eric McErlain.
The Sports Economist has some thoughts on this that are worth reading. He’s quite right about the responsibility the teams have for policing their venues. Via Tom.
Agreed. The trailer trash fans like Green and Haddad deserve to be prosecuted just as the players do. I can’t speak for Green (his rap sheet speaks for itself…he’s clearly a loser and screw up in life), but as for Haddad, here’s a sure fire way for that Larry Mondello fat-ass, doughboy look-a-like to make some quick cash. Put his ugly 8 Mile, rapper wannabe face on a heavy bag, then sell it as a novelty item. If there’s ever a poster boy for getting one’s face punched out like a prison bitch, it’s Charlie Haddad. The fat little troll got served up not once (Artest), not twice (Artest again), but three times without even so much as raising his chubby, nacho-cheese stained hands to defend himself.(Hail O’Neal….it was wrong and criminal, but what a beautiful punch. Good extension, good follow through. Had your plant (left) foot not slipped from the beer on the floor, Doughboy Mondello would just be waking up right now!).
How can Charles Haddad even think about filing a suit? In the words of Smokey from Friday, “you got knocked the f**k out!” I would be ashamed to show my face in public after that. Here’s some advice: hit the treadmill fatty!