My stepfather a Detroit fireman who had a moonlight job as security in Hotel in Detroit (I forgot the name) The fearsome four were watching a game on the TV in a penthouse suite. The TV went out in the last quarter of the game and they called the desk demanding another TV. The service was to slow and Alex picked up the consol TV and threw it out the 20th story window where it landed on Michigan Ave luckily not killing anyone. The new TV was in their room five minutes after the old one hit the street. My step dad said no one had the guts to complain or file charges. They paid the damages and partied the whole weekend. I met Alex in 1967, he was a very nice person.