Athlete Run-Ins: Another Duke Miracle

Today's first athlete run-in story is one we're sure most of you will enjoy. Why? Because it makes fun of a Duke guy! Everybody loves those!

From Mark From L.A., about former Dookie and current Chicago Bull Chris Duhon, a tale of Los Angeles nightlife and Grey Goose. Here's a highlight:

Duhon's group had a large stash of expensive alcohol and, by the end of the night, not a lot of time left to drink it. So as closing time approached, Duhon's posse kept handing him the obviously-full 1.75 ML Grey Goose bottle, which, in between glances at his Sidekick, he began CHUGGING from.

Full story after the jump. We can't decide if we respect Duhon more or less after reading this whole story. We think we're gonna go with "more."

Chris Duhon

A couple months ago — mid-August, as I recall — I was at Club Saffire in Hermosa Beach, Calif. A friend is the DJ there on Friday and Saturday nights, so I usually hang out with him in the booth that looks straight out at the dance floor and the VIP area. This particular night, a group of guys and women were partying at one of the VIP tables, dancing, talking, having a good time. The waitresses kept taking bottle after bottle to the table, and a skinny guy with a platium bracelet, expensive watch and big chain kept whipping out a thick wad of cash to pay. This man was Chicago Bulls point guard Chris Duhon. Duhon's group had a large stash of expensive alcohol and, by the end of the night, not a lot of time left to drink it. So as closing time approached, Duhon's posse kept handing him the obviously-full 1.75 ML Grey Goose bottle, which, in between glances at his Sidekick, he began CHUGGING from. Not swigging. Chugging. At closing time, the clock was winding down and the alcohol was still not gone, but Duhon, like all good Duke point guards before him, refused to quit. He stuffed the Grey Goose bottle into his baggy jeans, trying to cover the obvious protrusion with his equally baggy top. As the club began to empty, he and his crew (by now, just a couple average-looking girls) moved towards the parking lot. I stayed behind to help my buddy pack his gear, and as I was carrying his stuff out to his car, I saw Duhon sitting in the passenger seat of the Toyota Camry parked right next to my buddy's car. Looking glassy-eyed but somehow still functional, Duhon whipped the bottle out of his pants. The girl driving started the car, Duhon tilted his head back, and just as the driver shifted into reverse, took a good five swigs, emptying the bottle just as the car began moving backwards. Once the car reached its backup point and paused before shifting into drive, Duhon opened the door, deftly placed the bottle on the cement floor of the parking garage and shut the car door. With a look of satisfaction on his face, he leaned back as the car moved forward, another last-second Duke miracle.

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