On my personal list of people that annoy the piss out me, Brandon Backe falls somewhere between Carrot Top and Bin Laden.
Although, I suppose it's not entirely Backe's fault. I blame his parents, and FOX for strapping that stupid in-game microphone to him during the entire 2005 NLCS between the Astros and the Cardinals.
Backe desperately wanted to partake in the man-love relationship of Roger Clemens and Andy Pettite, and probably felt a little discomfort in being the late-comer to the "Killer B's" list of Bagwell, Biggo, and Berkman. For these reasons, it was necessary for Backe to assert himself as the loud and annoying dugout goon - to compensate for an overall deficiency of self-worth.
Mr. Backe enhanced the enormous chip on his shoulder this weekend by participating in a good old-fashioned rumble with the police at a wedding in Texas this weekend.
During the brawl, Backe was told by police to back away. He refused, and police attempted to handcuff him, the report said.
Backe struggled with officers. One officer stated in the report that he hit Backe twice in the face before handcuffing him. The officer also reported that Backe smelled of alcohol and had bloodshot eyes.
Backe, a 30-year-old Galveston native, was charged with resisting arrest, search and transportation by using force against an officer. He was released on $1,500 bond and wasn't immediately available for comment.
Very poetic. Weddings in Texas seem fun. Get all liquored up, and orchestrate a little donnybrook between friends, family, professional athletes, and law enforcements. If a normal-person's marriage success rate is somewhere around 50%, we're putting the over/under for this sacred union at around 2%.
On my personal list of people that annoy the piss out me, Brandon Backe falls somewhere between Carrot Top and Bin Laden.
