Kevin Iole of YAHOO! SPORTS has an exclusive interview with former UFC light heavyweight champion Quinton “Rampage” Jackson, his first public statements since running wild with his Truckasaurus on the streets of Orange County in mid-July, and possibly later being taken to a mental hospital for evaluation. And it turns out that Jackson isn’t completely off his rocker - according to UFC chief Dana White, he was just tired and amped up on too many energy drinks.
I can totally sympathize - the same thing happens to me all the time. One minute I’m driving home late after a long night of volunteering at the local youth center, so I decide to pound seven or eight Red Bulls. The next thing I know, I’m face down in on the road, with my hands behind my back and a cop pointing a pistol at me. They really should put a warning label on those things: “Drinking excessive amounts of energy drink may cause you to black out, drive at high speeds away from cops and run other cars off the road.”
This sounds like an excuse that Tracy Jordan would use to explain away a bad situation on “30 Rock”, except in this case real people got hurt. A woman who Jackson sideswiped during his escapade suffered a miscarrage a week later. But Dana White was his usual warm, caring, sensitive self:
“That one is out there like, ‘He hit her and she lost her baby,’ ” White said. “It was a week later. He knocked her mirror off her car. Rampage said, and he’ll tell you when you talk to him, ‘I care about everybody. I care about all life. I would never hurt anybody.’
“That’s the way he is,” White said. “Now he’s in a situation where somebody’s trying to civil sue him and make some money. Absolutely not. Absolutely not, this is not a criminal thing. No way. I’m no lawyer and I’m no judge, (but) this stuff will be worked out in the court.”
I’m sure the woman was just cruising around the freeway all day for months, waiting for a chance to get into an accident and lose her baby. Then she sees Rampage Jackson’s truck steaming along (and really, how could you miss it), and the dollar signs just started magically appearing in front of her eyes.
Next up: Roger Clemens didn’t mean to start doing steroids. But he was up late one night with his buddies, they started pounding some Jolt colas, and things just got out of control!