Don't Be Cruel.

Hit up the Downtown Standard last night, post-Kings-defeat, and who's right there at the first table by the elevator, chewing his face like George W. Bush at press conference? None other than Bobby Brown, resplendent in oversized Polo shirt and jean shorts, baseball hat askew over what was either nascent dreadlocks or just uncombed hair. Brother wasn't looking well. Somehow, when we weren't looking, Bobby Brown turned into Flavor Flav. (Flavor Flav, meanwhile, has turned into Burgess Meredith.)

But here's the worst part: It was boys' night out, and Bobby was, without question, scoping for Ronies. Locking onto any new woman who stepped off the elevator, like actual missiles might come out of him. In more than one case, actually grinding against them. What the f?

For real, Bobby Brown! You took America's Sweetheart, a woman whose Star Spangled Banner galvanized a war-torn nation, and turned her into The Poo Lady. Can you at least not hit on other women in public? At the fucking Downtown Standard?

Whatever. He made this money, I didn't. Right, Ted? We outta here.

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[Eric]

What's a "Ronie"? I'm not street like you.