Every year I write about March Madness. Not because I really love basketball. But because it’s like the fertile crescent for cops looking for drunks to arrest.
Think about it. People have been cooped up and miserable for 2 months without any great reason to go out. Then comes March. The weather turns. The sun comes out. The beer turns green half-way through the month. This is when it really gets fun.
If you know what it feels like to have your socks sticking to your shoes standing at a bar on a work night at 9:00 p.m., I’m talking to you. If your happy hour started at lunch, included dinner, and then a late night stop for sliders, you should listen.
This is the time of year when those things happen. We go out to catch the basketball tournament with some friends. We blow off work. For whatever reason, we are out drinking.
The problem is that most people don’t plan on a safe ride home. We all want to cry foul when the cops are waiting right outside the bar. But think about what’s going on. They are looking for fish in the best part of the lake. The point here is simple. Don’t be a fish. Take a cab home. And enjoy the spring.
But even then, bad things can happen. Police are on alert, and there is a low tolerance for drunken jackassery. People find themselves under arrest, and they aren’t really sure what happened—even when they weren’t driving.
It’s easy to say “Be careful.” And most people are. But March Madness can turn into March Sadness before you know it. And you can end up in a jail cell and miss the end of the games. If things go wrong, get some legal advice. In fact, just call Yavitch and Palmer.