Good for the Lakers. I am genuinely happy for them, one because I enjoy watching Kobe play basketball and two because the Celtics bother me to no end. If I would of had to see Nate Robinson jump around like a freakin Ruh-tard celebrating a NBA championship with the Sidney Crosby of the NBA, Paul Pierce, I might of choked on my own vomit. However, the Lakers winning is also a little bitter sweet for me and here's why. Ron Artest..
I absolutely can't stand this man and think there is no player less deserving of a championship ring than good ole Ron Ron. Last night, he only cemented these sentiments into my heart forever. My hatred for Artest goes back to his days in Indiana playing for the Pacers. He is a dirty, trash talking instigator who tooked his dingy between his legs after HE STARTED a shoving match with Ben Wallace, but could easily run full steam into the crowd and fight the Pistons faithful. Oh and please don't forget he openly admitted to drinking during the halftime of games. Assaulting fans, check, Drinking during games, check, still in the league, Check. Apparently David wasn't so Stern when it comes to Mr. Artest.
Lets just put all that behind us for moment. Last night, upon achieving by far the greatest accomplishment of his life, the first person or thing in this case, that Artest has to thank is, wait for it....HIS HOOD. Followed by shout outs to his record label and then his psychiatrist. Because God obviously didn't play any part in this, his hood had everything to do with keeping him in the league, not to mention blessing him with the opportunity to play for and win an NBA championship. I hope your sensing my sarcasm here. But wait, it gets better. When Ron is asked about a couple big shots he hit, here is his response.."He(Kobe) never passes me the ball and he passed me the ball," Artest said. "Phil didn't want me to shoot the 3. He's the Zen Master, so he can speak to you and he doesn't need a microphone. You can hear him in your head, 'Ron, don't shoot.' Whatever. Pow, 3. I love the Zen though." Really so Kobe never passes you the ball, is that why you hoisted 18 shots last night and 72 shots(32 threes) over the entire series while shooting a sizzling 34% from the field. Gee, I wonder why Kobe doesn't want to pass you the ball or the greatest coach of all time doesn't want you to shoot the 3, but hey what do they know right they only have 15 total rings combined. Furthermore, this is my absolute favorite response, later when asked about the shot, Artest said God told him to shoot it when he wasn't so sure. "A voice came down and told me to shoot the ball," he said. " 'Shoot the ball,' he said. God told me to shoot the ball and I shot the ball." Oh really, that same god you didn't thank after the game, I thought your hood or your psychiatrist was to thank instead of god?! Ron Artest is a complete sociopath who doesn't deserve to be in the NBA, not to mention win a NBA championship. To think, guys like Stockton, Malone and Steve Nash have never won an NBA championship. Where are the basketball gods when you need them.
...new girlfriend. She's a 27 year old Australian model/actress. I met her at a coffee shop and we hit it off instantly. Now I know what your thinking, Miss Australia doesn't hang out at your local starbucks, but for some reason she just so happened to be in the Rochester Village starbucks, along reading a golf digest magazine. Since I hate talking about golf, it was a little difficult for me to spark up a conversation at first, but I offered to buy her a cafe latte and the rest is history. See true love and soulmates really do exist. Had I not noticed her amazing black purse and stylish shoes, I wouldn't of even spoken to her. I swear it had nothing to do with her beautiful assets or the outfit she was wearing. I should send those respective designers a thank you card!
