The Boy Who Threw Ice at the Wrong Motherfucker

October 26, 1997 - Charles Barkley is up inna club with a bottle-a bub and getting his mack on with a tableful of ho's at Phineas Phoggs, a disco in Orlando. It's round about closing time and holms is feeling NICE.

Then some punk throws a cup of ice on him. Just out of the blue, for no good reason, WHAM... ice.

So Charles defenestrates the motherfucker, which was well within his rights given the circumstances. Throws him through a plate glass window, which, of course, Charles planned to compensate the establishment for three times over. So, no problem, right?

Predictably, the police did not see it that way and arrested his ass.

Outside as the cops were cuffing The Round Mound, he continued to explain himself to Mr. Ice Thrower, who had now been renamed Mr Pavement Sucker. "You don't respect me?" he said. "Fine, I hope you're seriously hurt. For all I care you can lay there and die." Asked later if he regretted his actions, Charles replied, "I regret that we weren't on a higher floor."

So there you go, a lesson from history. It's like an Aesop's fable really. And the moral is... bloody obvious.