Plaxico Burress pulls a Cheddar Bob…

One of the best hip hop movies in my humble opinion was 8 mile. Eminem killed it in his role as B Rabbit and rapped to hell out of the role, just like he does in his CD’s. It is about time for him to come out of hiding and relaxation and get back to work rapping.

But, watching the football games with the Too Old crew (minus Jason, since we all know he hates the Raiders…) we were listening to what recently happened to Plaxico Burress and the New York Giants.

First, the title of this post harks back to the movie 8 mile. To understand the reference, you need to know the players. This guy here is Cheddar Bob. His real name is Evan Jones, and he has been in a few things here and there, like Jarhead and some TV appearances.

Second, It is rare, but his supporting role lives in infamy. His character is not one the brightest of bulbs at the store. We go to the wealth of all knowledge, the internet to find out who cheddar bob really is…

The Urban Dictionary defines it for us…

Cheddar Bob is known as Jimmy’s (Eminem’s) dumb friend in the movie 8 Mile, who is slightly retarded and ends up shooting himself in the crotch.

1) Busta: “Cheddar Bob ass nigga shot himself in front of Def Jam.”
2) John: “I wouldn’t put that gun in my pocket if I were you. You don’t want to pull a Cheddar Bob”

Third, while he may or may not have shot himself in the junk, shooting oneself in the leg is not the smartest move. In fact, it could be a reason why you really don’t need a gun. I understand about “keeping it real.” We are unfortunately remembering the Sean Taylor murder that happened only a year ago, where the player was in his house with his wife and children and some hoodlums broke in and shot him in the leg, causing him to bleed to death.

We here at Too Old big up guns. We have a right to own them and they are clearly tight and something that CAN lead to protection. But, ask yourself, “Why are you bringing your gun INSIDE the club? If that place is as wild as the hip hop clubs in NYC in the early 90’s, (like the infamous Tunnel) then you shouldn’t be there in the first place!

The New York Times details one club called Sessa that was buck wild.

Soon after the club opened in the fall of 2002, the police investigated a case involving a reported rape; several more investigations followed involving assaults, stabbings, drug activity and unruly clubgoers blocking the sidewalks. ”People were actually stumbling into the street, blood-covered, after being stabbed,” said a resident who, like many critics of the club, spoke only on the condition of anonymity. ”This was a rough crew.”

Councilwoman Christine Quinn, whose district includes Chelsea, added: ”The place was so out of control, the owner had to substitute the glasses with plastic cups so no one could use them as a weapon.”

Those days appear to be over. Responding to letters and calls from outraged neighbors, Councilwoman Quinn, along with the 10th Precinct and Community Board 4, last fall began a campaign to close the club down.

So Plax, pulls a Cheddar Bob and shoots himself in the leg at the club. You have to be smarter than that. Especially since now, he might see some jail time after this incident.

Bloomburg reports that…

Burress didn’t have a license to carry a gun in New York or New Jersey, where he lives, the New York Times said on its Web site. New York state law carries a sentence of up to 15 years for anyone convicted of carrying a weapon without a permit if it’s determined the person was going to use the weapon to harm someone, and up to seven years if intent to use can’t be proved, the Times said.

Fourth…Now how did it happen?

Burress was having drinks with friends, including Pierce, when the handgun started to slip down his pants, the New York Daily News said, citing unidentified people familiar with the situation. When he grabbed at the gun, it discharged.

Pierce tried to control the bleeding, while reprimanding Burress for carrying a weapon, the unidentified people told the newspaper.

Burress refused to allow his companions to call an ambulance, the newspaper report continued. He went to New York Presbyterian Hospital Weill Cornell about 2 a.m. Nov. 29, and was released about 12 hours later.

Fifth…That is why you need this

or this…

This is how I am going to be strapped down. I don’t need a gun anywhere near my other gun. IN the words of the best actor of our generation, Denzel Washington, this one (grabbing the junk) is only useful if you are a pretty girl. I wholeheartedly agree and the two should never really cross paths. But, to understand that quote, you need to know the beginning of the movie.

One evening, while Styles and his partner Larry Doyle (Pollak) are patrolling a carnival, they intervene and block the escape of a vicious organized-crime hitman, Earl Talbot Blake (Lithgow), and his servile accomplice Kim, shortly after Blake has murdered several drug dealers and stolen drugs. Styles catches Blake at gunpoint in the carnival, and is forced into a standoff when Blake takes a hostage at gunpoint, using her as a human shield. Styles manages to get Blake to release the hostage by stripping his equipment and uniform off, demonstrating that he has no other weapons or body armor, before placing his revolver on the ground. He has stripped, however, to gain access to a backup gun hidden in his athletic supporter, which he uses to shoot Blake in the knee, allowing him to take the killer down. The incident is caught by an amateur videographer, and is shown on television, making Styles a local hero and drawing the welcome attention of the Los Angeles County District Attorney (Wagner) and a local councilman (John Cothran, Jr.). He and Doyle are immediately promoted to Detective, while Blake is sent to prison.

Unless Plax is doing his best Rick Ross impersonation,

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Leave the gun at home, or at least in the car…