Those who know me well know that this is my final week living in Milwaukee, which is a very sad thing. Apparently Milwaukee native Latrell Sprewell won’t be as upset as others to see me go.
On Monday night I was out at the bar Rogue’s with several friends when I spotted Sprewell and his faded blonde dreadlocks hanging out across the way from me. Being the sports journalist I am, I recognized him and snapped a photo of him talking up the ladies that were surrounding him. As I was preparing to text the picture to a friend, a shadow enveloped my phone. I looked up to see a 6-6 man with said faded blonde dreadlocks standing over me saying “delete that sh*t” repeatedly.
I told him that I was just a fan (not really) who had snapped a photo of him but if he didn’t want it publicized that wasn’t a problem. I had really only planned on texting the photo to one friend, because who gives a sh*t about Latrell Sprewell these days? He then repeated himself about 12 times saying “delete that sh*t,” “I’ll beat yo’ ass” and “you got no right,” over and over. As a journalist who took J300 (journalism law) at Indiana University as an undergrad, I’m actually familiar with my rights. Nowhere in the dozens of privacy laws we have does it say I can’t take a photograph of someone who is out at a bar hitting on women.
At that point I showed Mr. Sprewell my phone and hit “cancel” on my potential text. Apparently he’s oblivious to the laws that govern modern iPhone technology because he believed that was that. Then, for good measure, he said “f*ck you man, seriously. Motherf*cker out and and has to deal with you.” He then pointed a finger in my face and again said “I’ll beat yo’ ass.” Then he walked away.
That’s when I deemed his wrath unnecessary. After all, I could have been a big fan (I’m not) overwhelmed to see my favorite player (he isn’t) out among us plebes for a drink (no one would be that fired up to see Sprewell these days) and snapped a photo. He could have handled himself much better. That’s when I decided to post it.
It’s not a particularly good picture or anything and I legitimately only wanted to send it to my friend who has claimed that Sprewell is always out trolling for women in Milwaukee during the week. This was my first such encounter with him but when he acted like a jerk I decided not to acquiesce to his demands. Plus, I kind of rooted for P.J. Carlesimo’s teams at Seton Hall and Sprewell choked the ever-loving crap out of him. And he’s also apparently that pain-in-the-ass neighbor who plays loud music all the time, and we all hate that guy.
The rest of the night Sprewell was drinking some form of canned beer and palming the ass of every female who walked within five feet of him (whether they invited it or not). It was basically everything you would expect of a guy with Sprewell’s reputation. So enjoy the above photo.