CBS LA- Los Angeles Kings forward Jarret Stoll was arrested Friday on suspicion of possession of drugs at a Las Vegas resort swimming pool complex, police said.
Stoll, 32, was arrested on suspicion of possession of cocaine and Ecstasy (or Molly to young people) at the Wet Republic pool at the MGM Grand hotel, Las Vegas Metro police confirmed to a CBSLA sister station in Las Vegas.
Okay, I'm not exactly a schooled in legal jargon, but you can get arrested based solely on suspicion? What was Jarret Stoll doing? Was he walking around looking like he fell face first in a snow bank while sweating profusely and repeatedly screaming "WOO!"? If we can start arresting people off suspicion alone why did I see an officer drive past a man that was having a full on conversation with a park bench this morning? Hell, I could go for my morning coffee and fill up an entire wing of a penitentiary based off suspicion alone. If being suspicious was a crime there wouldn't be anymore 40 year old dudes in the club with mustaches. Everyone that walked out 'Fast and Furious 7' without tears in their eyes would be apprehended on suspicion of homicidal tendencies. Furthermore, if there is one crime where evidence is probably key to detaining a suspect it is drug possession. That's kind of an either/or situation. Do we need to call in the Denver TSA agents to corroborate your skepticism?
Since law enforcement has had a rough few days, let's assume that Jarret Stoll was carrying some performing enhancing drugs. Ya know, if we are talking about dance floor performance. I can't have Stanley Cup Championship winning centers rooting themselves like a wallflower. Stoll isn't genetically inclined to fit in in a Vegas pool bar without a little chemical imbalance. Looks like 'WET Republic' was appropriately named. Anyway, professional athletes, and especially hockey players, are creatures of habit. Just so happens Stoll's routine the last few years has been to experience the adrenaline that comes with double overtimes and game 7's. His body simply doesn't understand relaxation in the month of April. Not many ways to replicate the highs and lows of playoff hockey, but if there is one city that lends itself to it it's Las Vegas. What else is Stoll supposed to do to recreate the euphoria that comes with raising a Stanley Cup above your head? I suppose he could gamble, but as a man that's in a serious relationship it's certainly more responsible to deviate your septum than diminish your bank account. Bankrupting on black isn't financing Erin Andrews ring finger. The only option left is to go straight to the white. It's the only thing that can scratch that emotional itch, although I suppose it also creates just as much itching as scratching. Maybe that's where his dear friend Molly comes along.