I heard Sean Salisbury go off on Tunsil at lunch today (John Granato was defending him), not because he objected to the weed so much, he said, but because he was stupid enough to let himself get video'd doing it.
Granato's point was Tunsil was 18 or 19 years old or whatever, which I thought was a good point. Or maybe he should have known better, I thought for a moment ... then I remembered the Polaroid stuck in the back of one of my old photo albums, from 1978 or so, of a 19-year-old me and a buddy sitting at my desk in my room with an open baggie in view, while we rolled a couple of big, fat doobies ...