D.B. of the Week - Buffalo's Own Patrick Kane

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Patrick Kane is a true celebrity here in Buffalo.

He's won the Stanley Cup a couple of times as a member of the Chicago Blackhawks.

He's young and talented at flipping rubber in a net while skating on ice, and is therefore...in this muddled up society...rewarded riches beyond belief.

He lives in a huge house on the lake about five miles from where I'm typing this. He parades the cup around town when he gets his turn with it.

Or he's supposed to.

This time he didn't get a chance to show people the cup here in Buffalo because...

...he was too busy getting D.B. of the Week honors.

Kane, you see, is under investigation for perhaps, allegedly, sexually assaulting a woman in that big house.

You know what bugs me the most about the story?

He didn't do it, My sons all said in unison.

And perhaps he didn't.

But you know why they think he didn't do it?

Because he's talented at flipping rubber into a net while skating on ice.

It's the same mindset that keeps O.J. Simpson on the Buffalo Bills Ring of Honor.

I tell you, Buffalonians say, O.J. may have butchered his wife and the waiter, but man, he could really run.

Crazy.

That is just crazy to me!

Back to this week's D.B. of the Week.

And another reason why I'm aggravated.

Women can be gold-diggers, someone else said. She wants a pay day.

Perhaps.

People lie.

Yet.

The media is scrounging around for stories about it. They interviewed people who saw Kane out at the bar.

There was a woman hanging all over him, someone was quoted as saying.

What the hell does that mean?

That he can rape her?

Bite her?

Leave marks on her that she didn't want?

I certainly apologize to all who feel the need to root for the talented, rubber-flicker on ice.

He shouldn't be in that situation!

Period.

It wasn't quite his fault when he rolled the cabdriver for twenty cents either, right?

Kane plead guilty for that little act about 8 years ago.

We all did stupid things when we were kids, I also heard.

Really?

You allegedly raped someone?

Bill Cosby is funny too.

I'm not quite sure how it will all play out.

Buffalo will certainly be watching.

And rooting for the guy who may have physically assaulted a girl.

We should expect more out of our rubber-shooters, right?

I think he really deserves D.B. of the Week honors?

What do you think?

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