Words cannot describe how happy I am that this man is on the Lakers. There is so much here that there is nothing to say.
Words cannot describe how happy I am that this man is on the Lakers. There is so much here that there is nothing to say.
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7 comments
Ben McShane says:
September 19, 2009 at 7:57 am (UTC -7)
He single-handedly ruined Uncle Reggie’s best shot at a ring, sending a decade of excellence down in a ball of smoldering flame. May a thousand snakes descend on his nutsack.
Deen says:
September 19, 2009 at 9:47 am (UTC -7)
…catch me on the corner with some coke in my nose…
…ADRIAAAAAAAAN, we deed it…
…Kobe head fake, but ya boy ain’t jumpin’…
Every bar is quotable deliciousness.
Pause?
curt says:
September 19, 2009 at 12:54 pm (UTC -7)
crazy, awesome, ron artest.
DocZeus says:
September 21, 2009 at 9:32 am (UTC -7)
This is not going to end well for the Lakers…
I’m excited.
Tray says:
September 22, 2009 at 12:09 am (UTC -7)
Mental issues aside, and don’t laugh them off, the guy is not the player that he used to be. I wouldn’t go so far as to compare him to Ben Wallace (though I guess I’m implicitly doing so), but the defensive hustle player’s lifespan can be short. Offensively, of course, he’s more detriment than benefit. Lots of bad shots. Long-term, you’re going to wish you had Ariza. Next year, you may wish you had Ariza.
Passion of the Weiss says:
September 22, 2009 at 9:36 am (UTC -7)
I actually already do from a basketball standpoint. Ariza shot 41 percent from the three point line in last year’s playoffs. Artest shot in the low 20s. It was a dumb move, I’ve just decided to deal with it and appreciate his unhinged comic sensibilities.
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