John Tyner is my hero. This Tom Brady doppelgänger who could eat an apple through a tennis racket gave us the cri de coeur “Don’t Touch My Junk!” Move over “Don’t Tase me, Bro!” This is the battle cry of the ages.
In my PIX 11 Commentary, contained infra, I explain the side-splitting hilarity of seeking to prosecute a fellow for (a) leaving a security area (b) at the behest of the TSA. Did you get that? He’s being investigated for leaving a security post; but he left at the direction of the cops. Yep, you read right.
The plot thickens. To be continued.