I was in Milwaukee the December night that Charles Barkley rearranged a heckler's nose during a brief street fight that took place after the guy followed Barkley out of a bar and challenged him to show how tough he was.
This was before Twitter and Instagram, before Periscope and Meerkat. It was long before everyone carried a video camera in his or her pocket. Even a conscientious newspaper beat man, one painfully aware that Barkley required considerable monitoring, might not hear of such an incident until the next morning when a hotel worker mentioned that the Milwaukee Police Department had come to collect Barkley before he checked out.