Not playing devil's advocate here, but I could find it somewhat believable that something like this could happen. About two months ago, I went out with my wife for her friend's birthday. We went to a local watering-hole, and many in the bar know that I am a cop (should have known better). Well over a four hour period, I consumed only eight beers. For you mathematically challenged that is two beers an hour. Now I am not going to "brag" about how much beer it takes to get me beyond drunk, but it is way more than two beers an hour. My wife drove home even though I had no ill feelings from the beer. I woke up later that night at around four in the morning. My tongue was swollen, I felt horribly sick to my stomach, and could not walk straight. After visiting the toilet for a good one, I went back to bed with the room spinning. I woke up again at around nine in the morning. I still felt like I was badly sick, I could hardly walk, couldn't speak, and had discovered that I had damn near bitten off half of my tongue (why it was swollen). I was so bad in the morning, that my wife thought about taking me to the E.R. I have never felt that bad after a night of small drinking. It is of my opinion that I had something slipped into one of my drinks. Don't know what it was, but I truly believe this. We saw what happened at an Applebee's in Omaha with the Deputies. Was Solich just stonecold drunk. Probably, but I wouldn't say for 100% certainty that he was. Anyone else ever had this happen to them?