Big Baby’s $700 Hairpiece Had One Job. It Failed.

Jarrell Miller reacts to his toupee falling off in the heavyweight bout. Pic: Getty

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who have accidentally grabbed the wrong bottle under the bathroom sink, and liars. Most of us have fumbled with a mystery bottle of something we later regretted. Jarrell “Big Baby” Miller, heavyweight boxer and apparent chaos magnet, did it two days before a fight at Madison Square Garden — and instead of conditioner, he grabbed ammonia bleach. His hair did not survive the encounter.

Now, a reasonable person in this situation might reschedule. Cancel. Call in a hair-related emergency. Jarrell Miller is not a reasonable person — he is a professional fighter — so he did what any sensible heavyweight would do: he dropped $700 on a last-minute hairpiece, glued it to his head, and stepped into the ring at MSG like nothing had happened. The piece, for its part, looked the part. It had one job. Two rounds.

That’s how long it lasted. Midway through the second round, Kingsley Ibeh started landing punches — as opponents in boxing are contractually permitted to do — and the $700 hairpiece began its slow, dignified departure from Miller’s skull. By the time the bell rang, the piece was hanging on by pure optimism. Miller, to his enormous credit, walked to his corner, grabbed the thing off his own head, and threw it into the crowd. Madison Square Garden erupted. The hairpiece then proceeded to have a better night out than most people do: it passed through the hands of the WBC president and got tried on by an Australian professional boxer. The hair had a whole journey. The hair lived.

The truly insane part? Miller won. Split decision. Bald, victorious, and rubbing his gleaming head while dancing in the ring. He lost the hairpiece and kept the W, which is arguably the most impressive thing a boxer has done at MSG since Ali. The shampoo-versus-bleach mixup cost him $700 and approximately zero fights. His mother’s bathroom cabinet, meanwhile, remains a crime scene.


The lesson here is timeless: always check the label, never reschedule a Madison Square Garden bout over something as trivial as accidentally dissolving your own hair, and if you’re going to lose your wig mid-fight, at least throw it to the crowd with flair.


Read the Original: Boxer loses hairpiece in the ring and blames mother’s shampoo — Sky News

Walter the Emu Is a Serial Escapee (And His Owner’s Son Is the Cop)

Let’s be honest: we all have that one family member who just cannot stay out of trouble. The one your parents have to call you about. The one who, despite repeated interventions, consequences, and strongly-worded conversations, simply does not learn. For the Giammarco family of Marstons Mills, Massachusetts, that family member is Walter. Walter is an emu.

When Barnstable police got a call about a large, prehistoric-looking bird sprinting loose through the neighborhood — again — they did what any professional law enforcement agency would do: they called Officer Nicholas Giammarco of the Yarmouth PD. Not because he’s the region’s foremost emu expert (though he may be by now). Because Walter belongs to his dad.

Picture that phone call. You’re an officer. You’re on duty. A colleague rings and asks, with presumably a straight face, “Hey, do you know anything about a loose emu?” And you sigh the deep, ancient sigh of a man who has had this exact conversation before, and you say, “Yeah. That’s Walter. I’ll call my dad.”

Walter, to his credit, is not causing harm. He’s not robbing anyone. He’s not filing fraudulent tax returns. He is simply a very large, flightless bird with a pathological need for freedom — and an apparent inability to understand that freedom has a fence around it for a reason. He escapes. He gets caught. He goes home. And then, like a fuzzy, prehistoric coil of pure chaos, he waits.

Authorities described Walter as a “repeat offender,” which is both deeply funny and a little bit impressive. Walter has a rap sheet. Walter has pattern behavior. Walter may, in fact, be the most consistent creature in all of Barnstable County.

In the end, Walter was safely returned home — presumably walked back across a field by a cop whose childhood included this exact scenario playing out in miniature. Some family businesses are bakeries. Some are plumbing. The Giammarcos, apparently, are in the emu retrieval business.

We don’t know what Walter is running toward. Maybe it’s freedom. Maybe it’s purpose. Maybe he just really likes the feeling of asphalt under his feet. But whatever it is, we salute the bird. And we salute Officer Giammarco, who picked up that phone, didn’t even flinch, and went to go get his dad’s emu. Again.

Read the Original: ‘Subject’s in custody’: Runaway emu captured in Barnstable… again