SHOTS FIRED!!! SHOTS FIRED!!!

Before I get to the latest story, hit this link first. It's Bill Simmons, and it's one of his best columns.

Here's the poop from last night. I had the Pitt truck and trailer, moving around a boat from Steel City, then taking the trailer over to Millvale. We put it there so it wouldn't be underwater in a flood and so Jesse and I can get it easily in two weeks to pick up some boats in the Northeast.

I had Will with me. He was asleep in the back seat of the truck (and the Pitt truck is a BIG TRUCK) and I was unhooking the trailer. It was about 7:30pm and dark. That's when I heard gunshots. Close, multiple gunshots. It sounded like they were over the "berm" separating me from the railroad tracks.

That was the fastest unhook ever seen from a trailer. I checked to make sure there weren't any holes in Will or the truck, and drove off to a "safe" distance. Then I called the cops. We've had to call the police down there before for various issues. Sometimes it takes a little while for them to get out there. I guess a call like "Shots fired" really livens up their evening, because a cop was there in about 2 minutes, followed by four more as I was driving off.

I don't know if they caught anyone, or what was going on in the first place. I suppose crime is something that most coaches have to deal with at some point in time. Rivers and riverfront property aren't usually the best neighborhoods and many times are ex-industrial areas in the East and Mid-West. A good relationship with the local constabulary is in a coach's best interest, despite my usual comments about police of the water-borne variety.

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