Javon Walker, the Oakland Raider's newly-acquired wide receiver, was found unconscious on the Vegas strip Monday morning; it is suspected that he was the victim of a robbery and pretty significant beat down.
Why must we paint such a bleak picture of the man who cradled slain teammate Darent Williams in his arms after a club-related shooting a few years ago?
It is being said that Walker was targeted because he was in the club "spraying the crowd down with Dom Perignon" -- always a good way to announce that you've got a little bit of coin and almost no shame.
Apparently, Walker walked out of the club Tryst and the rest seems to have been a, Deebow vs. Craig, Smokey on the call style, "you got knocked the fuck out."
I would present a different story.
I bet my dog J-Walk was in the club racking up $15,000 tabs -- J-Walk style -- pouring Dom on ladies heads and in general having a pretty damn good time. Being a new Oakland Raider, J-Walk knew egregiousness needed to cease being exception and quickly become the rule. Long Island Iced Teas, off of an ice luge shaped like Lloyd Carr's neck gizzard and Coronas, hold the lime bar-keep, ensued.
J-Walk, like most men, probably enjoys the simple things in life like the outdoor urination while intoxicated.
I submit to you that J-Walk merely stepped out of the club to pee outside on a wall and passed out causing him to fall face first into said wall, and thus, rendering him unconscious. A crackhead probably noticed this large, passed out, jewelery-clad gentleman and simply took his wallet and accouterments. And Bam! There's your robbery.
When in doubt look to the most simple of answers.
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