I don't know what was better about Artest's Game 7 showcase of manliness, humility and swag. Was it the dagger 3 that Paul Pierce practically dared him to take? Maybe the kisses blown to the crowd interrupted by his barking of defensive assignments to his lesser teammates? Could it be that he destroyed a franchise and delivered a championship to another? Should i even mention the post-game interview?
Nah.
Here's to the rest of American youth thanking their hood following moments of grandeur.
And to think, Coach Zen didn't even want him too shoot. Did our bipolar hero listen?
Nah.
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