A couple years back, I was tailgating for a Mets game in the parking lot of Shea Stadium. We had lots of booze, a grill for food, and some good friends…but when I got there, they were one cup short on the Solo cups. Not wanting to be a wet blanket, I said, “who the hell cares. I’m drinking this Busch Lite right out of the can.” About 30 minutes pass, everyone’s having a good time and I was all up in ‘dat Busch — then, out of nowhere, I’m bombarded by a SWAT team of pigs (aka cops) who surround me and tell me to “put the can down”.

Little did I know that my can was Suspect Numero Uno — and I was Desperado. They slapped me with a $50 citation. No one else. Just me. When I looked at the ticket, the cop didn’t even put my correct name on it — he only put middle name and last name. Normally, I’d say “woo-hoo!!”, but my middle name happens to also be my father’s name, so this was a problem. I said to the cop, “Hey, baconface. You put down the wrong name on this ticket.” (dramatization). And he seriously said, “It doesn’t matter. If you pay it, there won’t be an issue.”

I still remember that piece of crap’s mustached face. And believe me, it was an issue when my dad got a “drinking in public” citation in the mail. I’ll never forget his face either…

Pretty cool, although I doubt anyone will actually do this. You could also just use a red Solo cup.

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