One object of his affection is donuts. When he was in Seattle visiting us a few years ago, part of the itinerary included visiting a donut shop. Now, Big Mick is a tall drink of water, and you’d never know about the donuts by looking at him. As you might have guessed, he married into the family! (Different gene pool than me!)
Why the rambling about my uncle and donuts? Because he’s the first person I thought of when I heard that Golden Tate five-finger discounted maple bars from a donut shop. As Seth Meyers would say, “Really!?!?” This happened at 3 A.M. on a Saturday morning. Really, Golden Tate, you make NFL money and you're out at 3 A.M. stealing donuts. Really!?!? It could have been a scene out of Confessions of a Carb Queen. Tate, a recent second round draft pick of the Seattle Seahawks, lives in a condo above a Top Pot donut shop. He apparently smelled the maple bars upon his return to the building (“irresistible,” he later said of the smell), found a door left ajar by an employee, and helped himself to some of Seattle’s finest donuts. Then he got caught. It’s a comical scene to imagine. Fortunately, there is a 911 recording to help your imagination.
Note to self: Take Big Mick to Top Pot next time he’s in town. But remember to, you know, pay for the donuts.