Joey Porter was fined by the NFL this week for his altercation at a Las Vegas casino earlier this year:

The [Dolphins] team said Friday that Porter has to pay $141,176 for punching Cincinnati Bengals offensive lineman Levi Jones on March 18 after a disagreement in the Palms hotel-casino . . . Dolphins coach Cam Cameron said Porter met with him shortly afterward and apologized. Cameron said the league and team would not punish Porter further, despite NFL commissioner Roger Goodell's recent crackdown on player misbehavior.

Certainly, $150k seems like a lot of money, especially to a lowly assistant editor who receives only thimbles full of whiskey as payment, but Joey's making $32 million over the next five years from Miami.  Has Roger Goodell's first off-season already exasperated him to the point where he sits glassy-eyed behind his desk, mumbling to himself like an abused substitute teacher?  First, he reduces Jared Allen's suspension, and now a mere fine for Porter.  Next we'll see league-mandated Humane Society public service ads by Michael Vick, and all is forgiven.  -KD

Mondesi's House found this delightful bit of advertising that apparently is still alive and well on Second Avenue in Pittsburgh (not pictured: urban decay, mullets).

Considering that (a) the Steelers cut Joey Porter, (b) he's now a member of the Dolphins, (c) he's under investigation for starting a fistfight in Vegas, and (d) his childlike tantrums and hypersensitivity to perceived slights make Joseph McCarthy look self-assured, I have to credit Pittsburgh for what must be the first public display of irony in the city's history.  Because I assure you: Joey Porter cares not for crime prevention.  Crime prevention has done nothing but disrespect him.

As I wrote yesterday, big dumb animal Joey Porter got into a fight with Bengals lineman Levi Jones in a Las Vegas casino, and details are trickling out now that Porter has been cited for misdemeanor battery. Porter, allegedly rocking an old-school Hank Gathers jersey (useless but fun and not necessarily true detail), unsurprisingly comes away looking like the primary instigator and victor in the fight.

When security at the Palms Casino managed to move the initial argument [from the blackjack table] to the hotel's valet area, Porter landed a punch to Jones' left eye that left a ''small laceration,'' department spokesman Jose Montoya said. The incident occurred at 6:50 p.m. local time…

The article also claims that Porter and Jones have a history of trash-talking, making Jones exactly like EVERY OTHER PLAYER IN THE LEAGUE. 

Honestly, this must be what it feels like for gossip columnists and bloggers when Britney Spears or Paris Hilton does something stupid or trashy. "Joey Porter got into a loud altercation that went from a blackjack table across a casino to the valet station? Uh huh. And then he punched someone? Oh God no. Not Joey Porter! Say it ain't so, Joe. Say it ain't so." Only instead of that sarcasm I just rolled my eyes. 

Update: The funniest thing ever from the Mighty MJD (transcript of the fight).

Official With Leather villain Joey Porter is staying busy this off-season. According to Norm Clarke (from The Big Lead), the sociopathic Steeler-turned-Dolphin got into a fight with — and this will shock you — a member of the Cincinnati Bengals.

Porter, an All-Pro linebacker who recently left the Pittsburgh Steelers to join the Miami Dolphins, brawled with Cincinnati Bengals offensive lineman Levi Jones, at about 6 p.m. at a blackjack table in the casino. Jones, who suffered scratches, told Las Vegas police he would be filing charges against Porter. Sources said there has been bad blood between the two.

Scratches? Watch out, that cat's got claws! Rowr!

It also seems like a strange setting for a Vegas fight. Not 3 a.m. Not outside a nightclub. Not in a strip club late on Saturday night. Not in a ring at the MGM. Six p.m. on a Sunday evening at the blackjack table. It just goes to show that Joey Porter cares not for the typical drunken athlete mistakes. He'll make his mistakes sober, on the Lord's day! Right in the middle of the casino! Cuz he's Joey Porter! They shot him in Denver!

Of course, this is just something from the rumor mill, so it can't be confirmed until The Smoking Gun snatches the police report… but c'mon. This is Joey Porter we're talking about. If Joey Porter has taught us anything, it's that Joey Porter is an oversensitive asshole who needs medication. Sorry, no joke here. I really mean that.

Here's a photo of Joey Porter describing the size of the roster bonus he won't be getting.

So long, dickface. 

In a hotly-contested asshole competition, Steelers linebacker Joey Porter called Browns tight end Kellen Winslow a "fag" for his late hit on James Farrior near the end of the Steelers' 27-7 romp over the Browns. Actually, I don't know for sure if he said fag. All I know is that it's a homosexual slur. Here's the quote:

"It was late, that's what (slur) do," Porter said. "He's soft. He wants to be tough but he's really soft."

So you see, I'm not getting a whole lot of hints from the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review. It could be faggot, which is possibly the nastiest slur this side of the n-word. Cocksucker is a pretty good one. Dick-licker, peter-puffer, queer-ass fruitcake, ass bandit, Jeff Garcia… it could have been any of these.

Anyway: ugly, ugly words, and With Leather does not condone the use of any of them. Except cocksucker. Kellen Winslow really IS a cocksucker.

(Bonus: see Joey Porter in his traditional, not-at-all faggoty half-shirt give Winslow the cold shoulder before the game.)