The last thing Pat McAfee remembers about the night that saved his NFL career was buying 100 shots of tequila.
“I wanted every single person in the bar to have a shot,” he says.
Soon they did. Soon it went dark. You know the story: It was Oct. 20, 2010, six years ago Thursday. McAfee was 23 years old, the Indianapolis Colts’ hippie-haired second-year punter, lover of the night life. An evening that began at the bars in Broad Ripple climaxed with a swim in the canal and closed with a night in jail.
The ensuing police report remains an all-timer.