“Papa” John Schnatter is, of course, the founder of the Papa John’s pizza franchise, and he’s a graduate of Ball State University. But as most people already know, Papa John is a huge University of Louisville supporter, as his company holds the naming rights to Louisville’s football stadium. After all, Ball State has the Cardinals and so does Louisville, so it is what it is.

Schnatter was at the NCAA Championship men’s basketball game on Monday night in Atlanta, and as you can see in the image above (via BroBible), he had an absolute blast supporting his favorite team and 2012-13 NCAA Champions, the Louisville Cardinals. A lot of people have been bagging on Papa John pretty hard because he appears to be either intoxicated or having a stroke in that photo, so I wanted to clear the air on his behalf, as he issued this statement to me right after that photo was taken.

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I’ve cued up this YouTube clip to the 1:30 mark so you can see a large (assumedly drunk) lady going HAM on a skinny (assumedly drunk) lady in the stands at an Atlanta Hawks game. It’s got everything you’d want from a fan fight … admonishment from security, forced toplessness and a cameraman turning into one of the hyenas from The Lion King. HOO HOO HOOOO HOO HOO HOOOOOO

That first minute-thirty doesn’t explain a lot, either. We have no idea why these ladies were fighting. Those initial 90 seconds are very calm, so much so that the cameraman decides to film a child cheering and almost misses the fight. The eye before the storm, I guess.

Two lessons we can learn here:

1. Don’t be the type of person who gets into fights in stands at basketball games, and
2. If you ARE this kind of person, wear a thicker shirt.

[h/t Bob's Blitz]

Few things gets us Interweb bloggy types more fired up than when an athlete gets arrested, as it gives us a chance to be indignant, poignant and self-righteous if that athlete hurt another person (or worse) or it allows us to make endless jokes at that athlete’s expense. More than anything, I think we love when athletes get arrested because they give us awful mugshots, like the Todd Helton YOLO face seen above.

How exactly did Helton’s consistent bat land him in the police blotter this week? *makes drinking motion with hand, pinky out* Allegedly.

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Enter the world of BEERCUP DRUNKEN FOOTBALL. At least, I think that’s what it’s supposed to be. It’s an Icelandic hybrid of soccer and mixed martial arts. The video was uploaded with the title “bearcup,” and I’ve listened to enough Bjork songs to put it together.

I’ll let you try to figure out what’s going on. It’s over three minutes of Icelandic dudes just whaling on each other for no reason, seemingly independent of any kind of soccer they’re playing. People get slapped, tripped, thrown, punched in the stomach and jumped from behind without any repercussions or points or anything, and the goalies are barely trying. Seriously, the goalies just stand there and kinda put their leg out whenever anybody tries to score. The f**k is going on with this game? The entire thing is set to the spectacularly NSFW sounds of Dope’s ‘Die Motherf**ker,’ so that should put it into perspective for you.

My theory is that a bunch of guys in Iceland wanted to have a gang rumble (Outsiders style) but Icelandic police (or whoever) were too strict and wouldn’t let it happen, so they came up with this weird, hyper-violent version of Calvinball to beat the ass out of each other as much as they wanted. Secondary theory: Iceland is weird, and some guys just really want to hit each other.

[h/t to Total Pro Sports]

The Melbourne Cup, for those unaware (and climb out of your hole already), is Australia’s biggest annual horse race, so it’s a lot like whatever those horse races that people pretend to like here in America. And much like the fancy pants Americans (and soiled frat boys) who attend those races, people in Australia like to get dressed up and hit the Melbourne Cup, because it is the place to be seen by the biggest names in elite Aussies, like Paul Hogan and Hugh Jackman, I assume.

This year’s big winner was Green Moon and rider Brett Prebble, as the 2012 Cup featured the event’s highest prize money amount yet at $6.2 million. But nobody really cares about that today, because all anyone can talk about is the babe in the blue dress and why she wanted to kick everyone’s ass. I’ve included two videos after the jump, but please be aware that kicking everyone’s ass denotes violence, and there is at least one underwear crotch shot.

What I mean is that these videos were made with us in mind.

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This 40-year old guy was arrested at the Masters on Sunday. See if you can guess what for!

He didn’t attack anyone or cause a disturbance during the event. He didn’t even try to throw hot dogs at Tiger Woods. No, this perfectly sober gent was arrested for disobeying the guard ropes and trying to scoop up a sand trap with his red Solo cup.

The full report, from The Augusta Chronicle:

Richmond County sheriff’s Capt. Scott Gay said Clayton Price Baker, of Ohio, slipped under the ropes following the tournament and attempted to put the sand in his cup.

After a short foot chase by Augusta National security and sheriff’s deputies, Baker was apprehended and charged with disorderly conduct.

Gay said Baker, who was drinking heavily at the time of the incident, was unsuccessful at getting any of the sand in his cup.

I’ve heard worse plans. People pay two-hundred bucks for sh*t like that in SkyMall. And I know the last sentence is supposed to suggest that he was arrested before he got to the sand trap, but I like to imagine the sadder scenario wherein he knelt in the sand for like twenty minutes, scooping up piles of it with his hands and never being able to hold onto it long enough to get it into the cup like some Hellbound physical challenge on ‘Double Dare’.

Advice for next year: skip the Masters and go get drunk on the beach.

[via Fark]