Problems With Alcohol
It was during the 1970 season that rumors stirred that Kilmer missed curfew before a game against the Denver Broncos and that his new Redskins teammates had nicknamed him “Ole Whiskey”.
Kilmer’s most memorable night on the town came early Monday morning December 6, 1971 after beating the Giants 23-7. He got arrested at the Toddle House, a coffee shop in Arlington. Apparently, Kilmer was attempting to pay a $4 tab with a $100 bill and an argument ensued involving the waitress. A policeman showed up, and Kilmer, who had been drinking anything but coffee earlier that evening, told the policeman, “If you think I’m wrong, put me in jail!” The policeman locked Kilmer up for the night, releasing him in time to lead the Redskins into the playoffs against San Francisco. Kilmer “won the hearts of fans when he told the waitress she could keep the $100 as a tip”.
This arrest gave rise to the quarterback's image as a hell-raiser. That reputation had been noted by Saints owner John Mecom, Jr., who mentioned Kilmer's many late-hour visits to New Orleans bars while playing for the team.
On December 11, 1976, Kilmer was arrested for drunk driving less than 2 days before a game against the Dallas Cowboys.
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