â†µMy, there are a lot of dead people in there. R.I.P., Mookie Wilson. (Wait--he's not dead? You're telling me some of the 1986 Mets are still alive? Need proof. Send emails.) â†µ
â†µAnyway, Ingram will be having many unhappy times for the next seven years as he was convicted in New York of bank fraud and money laundering. The case took bizarre turns as Ingram repeatedly fired his attorneys and attempted to declare immunity because, according to him, he was a head of state and therefore immune to prosecution. (How anyone can claim this and not instantly be accused of being of unsound mind and therefore unfit for trial is beyond our pay grade.) It is a sad end to a sad story, especially since when he wasn't stealing money he moonlighted as a mentor for troubled youth, who he now may speak to with great authority of what they should definitely NOT do in life. â†µâ†µ
â†µThe lesson here: don't put down the duckie in the showers, Mr. Prime Minister of Embezzlevania. I know not to do this because I've seen prison movies, which teach you all you need to know about being "behind the wall." (It's what prisoners call jail. They'll tell you this right before they stab you with a knife made of duck tape...meaning if you believe Jeff Pearlman's new book, then prison and the Cowboys' locker room of the early 1990s were a lot alike.) â†µâ†µ
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