I know if I was reading this thead i'd write it off as a joke, but none the less it is true.
I live in Noblesville Indiana. Jeff Foster lives in the same neighborhood as me, down the street at my best friends old house.
I have stated this before in a thead somewhere if you don't believe me. I am 20 years old so since I don't go to bars, we normally on the weekends get together at somebodies house for "fun."
Anyways, on this particular night we are outside smoking cigs. We see a rather tall guy stumbling down the street walking parallel with a golf course in our neighborhood.
He was heading our way, so we didn't have to go out of our way to realize it was....JEFF FOSTER?!?!?!
We are all huge Pacer fans and stunned one of us yells "FIESTY!"
He stumbles over to us obviously trashed and is almost incoherent. We begin telling him how awesome he is and we love him here in Indy.
We ask him about practice and he informs us his back is not ready for practicing, almost laughing about it. He was belligerent and what the hell was he doing alone wondering around the neighborhood. He said something about just having to "get out" of his house for a while. Seemed plausible, but his drunken state concerned me. He was beyond any reasonable level of intoxication folks, Larry if your reading. Ship this guy out while he has any trade value left.
Honestly, I hope i'm making a big deal out of nothing and Foster comes back next year better than ever. Time will tell.
I hope people don't think i'm making this up.