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| MWP nails James Harden |
Unless you have been residing in a cave somewhere with the recently deported wives of Osama bin Laden over in Pakistan, you probably heard about Laker misfit, Metta World Peace's (aka Ron Artest) vicious elbow to the head of OKC's James Harden's noggin in last Sunday's NBA tilt. This topic has consumed the air-waves here in LA since the dastardly deed was committed. NBA dictator, David Stern finally issued MWP's punishment: A 7 game suspension. So, Ron-Ron missed tonight's insignificant laugher vs. Jimmer and the Sac Town Kings and will miss the subsequent 6 Laker play-off games. Personally, I think he got off easy. If Metta weren't a Laker, I would classify him a thug right up there with that mental midget, Kenyon Martin of the Clippers. Too bad Martin didn't stay over in China or wherever the heck he was. At any rate, I was ready to move on once Ronnie's suspension was revealed, but the guy just won't shut up! He's on Twitter, on the radio, in the paper. He goes on and on. If you have seen the video, Artest clearly wound up and clubbed Harden. It wasn't an accident, it wasn't inadvertent. But check out this quote from LA Times writer Mike Bresnahan's story in today's paper.
"I didn't lose it. It was bad timing for me. Physically, it was bad timing for Mr. Harden," said Artest. "Who could write up a left-handed dunk then all of a sudden somebody's right behind you. It's hard to draw that up and to plan something like that." OK, so I guess Ron didn't do anything wrong, poor old Jimmy Harden just happened to walk into that flying elbow?....It's no news flash that MWP has a checkered, violent past and some anger management issues, but come on, Ron. You gotta be fracking kidding me! Ronnie, how old are you? When I was around 9 years old I was playing in the street with my little neighborhood buddies back in 'Fork Town.' I got into a dispute with Donnie (which happened almost daily) who was hollering at me from the other side of the road. Back in the day, one of my favorite pastimes was throwing rocks. I picked up a big one and hurled it in the general direction of that darn Donnie. Regrettably, a car came down the street at that exact moment. With deadly accuracy that rock crashed through the windshield! Horrified, I fled and hid. My so called 'buddies' ratted me out to Mr. Hone, the driver of the car. Mr. Hone was a neighbor and also one of our fine city's 'Sanitation Engineers.' Yup, he was a trash man. Mr. Trash Man wasn't too happy with me. He asked me why in the HELL I was throwing rocks in the street. I insolently replied, "If you hadn't come down the street, this would have never happened!" Aghast at my childish, unrepentant remark, he drove off saying something about him talking to my dad. Oh crap, was I in for it. Needless to say, later that evening, my dad drove me over to the Hone's where I begged their forgiveness and assured them I would pay for the broken window. I was 9 and I would hope to think I learned something from the incident. Sadly, Ron-Ron will never change. The guy is on thin ice, now. One more temper/emotion fueled misstep, and he'll be banished from the NBA for good. Will MWP ever learn? Down in the Tongan Islands they have saying that goes like this, "Laku maka fai ki tahi." Translated, this means "Like trying to fill the ocean with rocks." In other words, no matter how hard you try, it will never happen. Will Ron-Ron ever quit 'throwing rocks'? I think we all know the answer.
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| "Laku maka fai ki tahi." |
