That was what was going through my mind and body when I first heard of the actions of the now-infamous “D.C. sniper.” I was living in Atlanta, and following very closely the events transpiring in my hometown. Like many, I was gripped by CNN at night, hearing them pontificate on a profile of the shooter, and watching in amazement as images of white vans being searched throughout the D.C. area flashed across the screen.
I remember watching footage of Montgomery County police wardening off crime scene areas, and absently thinking to myself of the many times my heart sank when I saw a member of that department get behind my car, and how much I’d want them anywhere near me if I was back running around with my buddies in Aspen Hill and White Oak.
And then I remember the joy of hearing that police had caught two suspects in the attacks, and were very certain that they got the bad guys — and I also remember flashing back to memories of those criminal profiles on the sniper, and how he’d be a loner white guy who was from the area and familiar with the roads.
Those prognostications were about as accurate as my picks on the NFL last week. I mean, who could see Tampa Bay knocking down the Packers or ...
But I digress.
I was glued to the television again on Tuesday night, waiting for information on the execution of John Allen Muhammad, and half relieved when I saw it went through as scheduled. I know, the death penalty is a dicey topic, and one certain to raise hackles, but that’s how I felt with Muhammad. He terrorized an entire region of the nation’s capital. He murdered innocents in cold blood. He had to pay.
And he did.
I also noticed that a bit later in the news program, CNN was reporting that one of my favorite American “celebrities” had also reached a conclusion on her own legal troubles.
Lisa Marie Nowack grabbed headlines when she attacked who she perceived to be a romantic rival in the parking lot of the Orlando airport. Now, this kind of thing does indeed happen quite a bit, and it usually doesn’t stir up national interest like Nowack’s story did, but there’s a difference.
Nowack is a former astronaut, and her victim also worked at NASA, as well as the man in the proverbial middle of this wacked-out triangle of misplaced love. And, oh yeah, prosecutors claimed that Nowack drove nearly 900 miles from Houston to Orlando to perpretrate the attack, and she was wearing NASA diapers along the route to lessen the amount of stops she’d have to make to complete her mission.
Yeah, I honestly can not get enough of this story.
Between those two stories, Tuesday was quite the news day.
But, wait, there’s more. I also saw that Jennifer Lopez filed a lawsuit against her ex-husband for allegedly shopping around a honeymoon video the happy couple made in 1997. The video also allegedly contains footage of an argument between Lopez and her mother.
Yeah, that story doesn’t quite measure up, does it?
Moving on, there was indeed another Tuesday story that grabbed my attention. Joe Cada, of Michigan, became the youngest person ever to win the World Series of Poker’s main event Tuesday when he outlasted Maryland’s Darvin Moon. Cada, 21, won a see-saw affair that capped a 14-hour final table, and saw $8.55 million in winnings go the young champion’s way.
I had about 50 e-mails waiting for me when I woke up Wednesday morning from friends who were talking about how lucky Cada got throughout the final table, and that he didn’t deserve to win. As I was reading them, I was watching my recording of the event, and couldn’t help but agree that he caught a few cards when he needed them the most.
That being said, you don’t win any poker tournament without catching some help, and outlasting a field of 6,494 players (who ponied up $10,000 apiece to play) requires at least a few good plays, and Cada made at least one incredible call that will probably be his legacy hand. Maybe Cada will become a prominent player and sustain success for years, or maybe this was his crowning achievement.
Either way, I’d take an $8.55 million pay day as my solitary crowning achievement any day of the week. Well done.