A man was shot and killed after arguing with another guy in a New Orleans-area bowling alley last weekend. Jamal Dorsey, 22, later left the bowling alley with his wife and a friend when a black Durango followed them, eventually pulled up to their car and opened fire From The Times-Picayune:

When they got to the 3000 block of Americus Street, the Durango pulled up. Someone stepped out. Dorsey jumped out of the car to confront him and to protect Ashten [his wife], a friend said. But his opponent had a gun, the friend said, and he peppered an unarmed Dorsey and the car with gunfire.

Several bullets hit Dorsey’s torso, police said. Another bullet hit Ashten’s left forearm, shattering two bones, Harrell said. Their friend was hit in the leg. The gunman sped off in the Durango, and police haven’t yet announced any arrests.

As if I needed another reason to never go bowling again. Hey, fellas, wanna go bowling tonight? Sure, just let me grab my firearm in case someone tries to disrespect me tonight. If you’re so pent up about getting respect then WHY ARE YOU AT A BOWLING ALLEY? Bowling alleys are for awkward acquaintance get-togethers and adulterous rendez-vous with raspy-voiced women. If you’re bringing firearms with you on bowling trips then you are a coward, an utter, impotent coward. Unless you’re Marvin Harrison, in which case, hey man. It’s cool, it’s cool.

[Unsilent found the tip via the Big League Stew Tweet]

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The University of Florida is undertaking measures that would allow fans of their beloved football Gators to be buried at Florida Field, colloquially known as “The Swamp.” In other news, I just used a five-syllable word.

The university wants to build what’s called a columbarium – a structure with niches for the ashes of alumni – but there’s a catch. Without the blessing of state lawmakers, the idea itself is dead [Badum-bum! --Ed.]. A bill that would keep the project alive goes to its first committee Wednesday.

“We feel like it would be meeting a need. I can’t tell you how many people call,” said Katie Marquis, the university’s alumni association director of membership and marketing.

The state bill is necessary to circumvent the current Florida minimum of 30 acres for such a final resting place. They should also pass a law that would make it legal to incinerate Florida fans before they actually die. Those people rape my sensibilites with their mere presence. Yes, I have sensibilities, and yes, they do get flirty after a few drinks. But that does not give you the right!

[Tampa Bay Online, via GameOn]

Independent-leaguer John C. Odom made headlines last may when he was traded away from the Calgary Vipers for ten baseball bats. Well, the bats are still around. From FOX News:

The medical examiner said Odom’s death in Georgia on Nov. 5 at age 26 was an accidental overdose from heroin, methamphetamine, the stimulant benzylpiperazine and alcohol. Odom’s death had drawn little notice by the start of spring training this year. Now, former teammates, managers and club officials keep asking a question for which there is no satisfying answer.

“I guarantee this trade thing really bothered him. That really worried me,” said Dan Shwam, who managed Odom last year on the Laredo Broncos of the United League. “I really believe, knowing his background, that this drove him back to the bottle, that it put him on the road to drugs again.”

No idea why it took us four months to finally hear about this. There’s a more drawn-out recounting about the ordeal on Salon, which mentions that Calgary didn’t even use the bats that they acquired for Odom, which, believe it or not, were purchased by Ripley’s for $10,000.

Odom’s family is still trying to exchange the corpse for 20 pounds of topsoil. Hey, those daffodil bulbs aren’t gonna plant themselves.