Danelo was drunk

A toxicology report disclosed that USC kicker Mario Danelo had a blood-alcohol level of 0.23% when he died at the bottom of a cliff in San Pedro last month. The Los Angeles County Coroner's office could still not say whether he fell or jumped. There were no drugs in his body, but that alcohol level is nearly three times the legal limit for driving in California.

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