Reports: Plaxico Burress Shoots Himself in the Leg

Oh, Plaxico Burress. Fox Sports reports, "The New York Giants wide receiver accidentally shot himself in the leg on Friday night... He spent the night in the hospital and the injuries are not believed to be life-threatening. The team is still trying to gather further information on the incident."

According to ESPN, sources say Burress suffered the gunshot wound in a club. The Giants have not yet commented on the incident.

Burress, who predicted the Giants would win the Super Bowl last season, was suspended for a game earlier this season for missing a team meeting (he claimed he was taking his son to school). He was not expected to play in tomorrow's game against the Washington Redskins after aggravating a hamstring injury last week in the game against the Arizona Cardinals. The Giants, currently 10-1, will start Domenik Hixon in Burress' place.

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By Jen Chung in News on November 29, 2008 1:33 PM

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NannyState

Lucky guy: if he hit the femoral artery, he would be on the permanently disabled list...as in permanently dead. What a dumbfuck!

hungryghoast

I've heard studies that wide receivers are commonly the dumbest guys on the field. The actions by wide receivers seem to anecdotally back this up.

theevilone

Well, if he doesn't have a concealed weapon permit, I can't wait for him to get slapped with a felony.

BklynsFinest

I forgot to add:

BklynsFinest

Loaded with free time as result of his hamstring injury, Plaxico had been catching up on his movie watching, recently checking out the Oliver Stone film "W". He enjoyed it and was then inspired to watch "JFK" (which he heard was good but had never seen due to his opinion that Kevin Costner is overvalued when compared to his output). Soon after watching the "Zapruder sequence" in JFK, Plaxico became entranced by the concept of a "Magic Bullet" one that would defy logic and change history.

Later that night at an NYC nightclub his childlike curiosity and one too many fuzzy navels got the best of him, he reached into his pocket for the cold steel nestled there, focused on his injured hamstring and took a shot in the dark.