This story reminds me of when I was young. While playing basketball in the driveway with my dad and brother things wouldn’t usually go my way. Instead of calling a foul, or quitting altogether, I’d make a flamboyant citizen’s arrest on the perp. (You might be asking what that has to do with basketball, but you wouldn’t if you could see me play. I once entered a free-throw contest, best out of 50. I went o-50. They gave me a few extra pity shots and I think I hit #52)
And I didn’t wear a cape and a mask, like this guy.
From Hot Air,
An overnight viral sensation (literally) to cleanse the palate. Look at it this way: If they weren’t doing this, they’d be playing D&D or hanging out at comic-book conventions dressed as elves or whatever. Better that they’re walking the streets chasing off graffiti artists, no?
Plus, they make the kids smile.
