>From the State where drinking and driving is considered a sport, comes a
> story from Texas.
> Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a local neighborhood bar.
> A patron was leaving the bar so intoxicated
> that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a
> few minutes with the officer quietly observing.
> After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five different
> vehicles, the man managed to find his own car which he fell into. He was
> there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and
> drove off.
> Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a dry
> night), flicked the hazard flasher on and off, tooted the horn and then
> switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches,
> reversed a little and then remained stationary for a few more minutes as
> more patrons left in their vehicles.
> At last he pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive slowly down
> the street.
> The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up
> his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over
> and carried out a breathalyzer test. To his amazement the breathalyzer
> indicated no evidence of the man having consumed alcohol at all!
> Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to
> Police station, this breathalyzer equipment must be broken." "I doubt
> said the man, "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
There will come a day when Barry Bonds leaves baseball, and everything about the game will be the better for it.