Ron Ron
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 8:34 am
Since my buddies at The Chronicle won't say it:
We haven't gotten the Artest we hoped for.
The shirt-tearing-off, chest-beating, mad-dogging, in-your-face--and yes--flagrant-fouling Ron Artest that the league loves and hates.
That's the Ron Artest that I wanted.
When Yao is getting hacked and being his usual obsequious self . . . Bring Ron in. Let him do the dirty work (or, for that matter, bring Joey Dorsey in--even better).
The thing is, you can't win with a bunch of pussy cats. Just glance at the antithesis of the pussies:
The Boston Celtics.
Kevin Garnett has turned into a real bully and that may tarnish his quintessential sportsmanship legacy . . . BUT HE'S WINNING ANOTHER CHAMPIONSHIP.
(Yup, I'm calling it already. Celtics again in six. Garnett's tasted it. He ain't giving it up, at least not this year.)
He's punking teammates and opponents.
Ain't nobody on our team snatching anyone into the huddle and saying: "You gave up a f****** 25 point lead--you better listen!"
That's all T-Mac needs. Here's the scenario:
Rockets down 10 with 2 minutes to go in the fourth to Memphis.
Adelman calls a full timeout.
T-Mac leisurely lingers over to the sideline.
Ron snatches his ass into the huddle, T-Mac snatches his hand away in disbelief and wanders to the end of the bench and poutingly sits while his team discusses how to win the game.
Ron glances over to T-Mac sick with disgust.
Ron saunters over to T-Mac:
"Motherfu*****, you're making 23 million a year for acting like a bitch! Your team is playing its heart out and you over here acting like a little girl.
You got all that damn talent and you making excuses instead of being humble.
Play. Bitch. Play."
See that's the thing. T-Mac will never do it on his own.
Down six to the Celtics in the Championships on a national stage with cameras all around and with a minute to go he may pull off a miracle but it's the getting there that's hard.
Going against Memphis is hard.
That's what I hoped Ron would do--snatch T-Mac back to reality and snatch Oberto or Golden State's Randolph out of the air when he's hacking Yao. He'd earn a game suspension of two, nothing drastic, just something to let them know that the Rockets ain't taking that **** anymore. If he's fined, Yao would pay his fine.
Honestly, Ron is doing a hell of a job--he's scoring more than I thought he would. And let me say that I don't want the going-into-the-stands Ron either. He should know how to temper his passion by now. What I want is Ron on the floor and in the locker room, do I want him to make it his team . . . ?
Yes.
We haven't gotten the Artest we hoped for.
The shirt-tearing-off, chest-beating, mad-dogging, in-your-face--and yes--flagrant-fouling Ron Artest that the league loves and hates.
That's the Ron Artest that I wanted.
When Yao is getting hacked and being his usual obsequious self . . . Bring Ron in. Let him do the dirty work (or, for that matter, bring Joey Dorsey in--even better).
The thing is, you can't win with a bunch of pussy cats. Just glance at the antithesis of the pussies:
The Boston Celtics.
Kevin Garnett has turned into a real bully and that may tarnish his quintessential sportsmanship legacy . . . BUT HE'S WINNING ANOTHER CHAMPIONSHIP.
(Yup, I'm calling it already. Celtics again in six. Garnett's tasted it. He ain't giving it up, at least not this year.)
He's punking teammates and opponents.
Ain't nobody on our team snatching anyone into the huddle and saying: "You gave up a f****** 25 point lead--you better listen!"
That's all T-Mac needs. Here's the scenario:
Rockets down 10 with 2 minutes to go in the fourth to Memphis.
Adelman calls a full timeout.
T-Mac leisurely lingers over to the sideline.
Ron snatches his ass into the huddle, T-Mac snatches his hand away in disbelief and wanders to the end of the bench and poutingly sits while his team discusses how to win the game.
Ron glances over to T-Mac sick with disgust.
Ron saunters over to T-Mac:
"Motherfu*****, you're making 23 million a year for acting like a bitch! Your team is playing its heart out and you over here acting like a little girl.
You got all that damn talent and you making excuses instead of being humble.
Play. Bitch. Play."
See that's the thing. T-Mac will never do it on his own.
Down six to the Celtics in the Championships on a national stage with cameras all around and with a minute to go he may pull off a miracle but it's the getting there that's hard.
Going against Memphis is hard.
That's what I hoped Ron would do--snatch T-Mac back to reality and snatch Oberto or Golden State's Randolph out of the air when he's hacking Yao. He'd earn a game suspension of two, nothing drastic, just something to let them know that the Rockets ain't taking that **** anymore. If he's fined, Yao would pay his fine.
Honestly, Ron is doing a hell of a job--he's scoring more than I thought he would. And let me say that I don't want the going-into-the-stands Ron either. He should know how to temper his passion by now. What I want is Ron on the floor and in the locker room, do I want him to make it his team . . . ?
Yes.
