Next year if you need to know where to get the best deals for last-minute Christmas shopping, Nevada linebacker Andre Davis is your guy.  After being sacked by his squad just prior to SMU demoralizing the Pack in the Hawaii Bowl, Davis was able to find some free time to hit up some of the glorious shops in Honolulu’s beautiful Waikiki Beach.  And by “hit up” I mean he stole a bunch of stuff–ALLEGEDLY–and got busted by Chin Ho Kelly.

Honolulu police say Andre Davis was detained this week by security at a Waikiki store before he was turned over to authorities.

Nevada coach Chris Ault said Wednesday that Davis had been dismissed from the program for violating team and athletic department policy although he did not disclose the exact violation.–Foxsports.com

How can we come down on the guy? All he really wanted for Christmas was to get his loved ones a coconut monkey.  Or a coconut panda. Or a coconut bra.  A piña colada maker, perhaps? Maybe throw in one of those dashboard hula dancers with the little grass skirt that swishes around all real-like when you’re cornering in your IROC-Z?

Andre Davis the Giant Aggasi Smith seemed like one of those players that, when the Bengals drafted him with their first round pick in April, would turn out to be a really good player or a total waste of human life. Early returns do not look promising, after claiming to have driven to Bloomington, Indiana for a high school linemen camp that was happening in Bloomington, Illinois. Wonder what GPS language setting he was using? From Ray Melick’s blog:

As many of us from this part of the country would do, when he heard “Bloomington” he assumed “Bloomington, Indiana,” home of the University of Indiana. So that’s where he says he went.

Smith was due at the camp on Monday morning, June 22. He arrived about 4:30 Tuesday afternoon. The camp ended on Wednesday.

So he was only about 30 hours late…what’s the big deal? They should be grateful that he even bothered showing up at all. And I’m sure the young people at that camp had a great time picking the porous brain of one of football’s great minds. I almost went with “Mr. Smith Goes To Bloomington” for the hed, but my punctuation fetish won out in the end–it (usually) does!