September 12, 2009.
“Mr. Jenkins step out of the car, please”, the local policeman politely asked. “Do you know who I am son?” asked Jack, Sr. “Your license says, Jack Jenkins, sir. Have you had anything to drink, today?” “Just a couple sips of bourbon during the game, officer.” and I need you to count backward from ‘t’ to ‘m’”, the officer asked. “t, s, r, p, o, n, m.” Jack responded. “Okay now I need you to walk a straight line toe to toe”, the officer ordered. “I can’t do that, I blew out my knees in the NFL.”, Jack responded. “Okay, tilt your head backward, extend your arms and touch your nose like this”, the officer directed in almost a monotone. Jack, Sr. did and almost fell down. The officer then said, “Mr. Jenkins, I suspect that you’re driving under the influence, now you have a choice of whether you want to blow in this balloon or have blood drawn back at the station. Or you can refuse in which case I must take your license and you will be automatically suspended from driving for a year”, the officer spoke almost like a robot. “Take my license”, Jack, Sr., responded. “Okay, we’ll impound your car now, and a family member can pick it up at the impound lot, you’re riding with me to jail”, the cop ordered. “To jail?” Jack asked. “Yessir, I’ll be booking you on suspicion of driving under the influence”, the officer answered.
Once they arrived at the Station, the desk Sergent noticed that it was Jack Jenkins former star player and NFL player who was being booked. He called, Jack, Jr. “Junior, your Dad got pulled over for DUI, come and get him”. Junior looked at the young face in bed with him. “Sorry dear, I have to go bail my dad out of jail, can I have a raincheck”.
September 13, 2009.
Jack, Sr. had a hangover. He walked into the kitchen seeking a pain reliever. He did remember his visit to jail and knew he had to deal with that. The doorbell rang and sounded like a shotgun blast to Jack’s splitting head. He ambled to the door and saw junior waiving a bag with presumably some sort of food in it. “Hi, dad, figured you’d need a little food, I brought enough for you and Swedish blonde.” Jack, Sr. looked into the bag and saw several egg and bacon sandwiches, hash browns, juice and a large coffee. “Thanks, son and thanks for bailing me out last night.”
“Dad, we’re going to have to hire someone to drive you around. You could’ve killed someone last night, yourself included, and you can’t drive for a year”, Junior added. “I’m going to fight the suspension”, Senior responded. “Unless you get the Governor, to pull some strings, that isn’t going to happen and probably not soon”, Junior answered. “So, I figure I’ll get one of the clean-up boys at the dealership to be your driver. We’ll fix you up with a nice black sedan with tinted windows, and a privacy window between the seats, and let you look like a Governor or something.” Junior said, ever the salesman. “Okay, and get Jeb to call me, I’m going to need a lawyer for this DUI thing.”