UPDATE 1:10 pm: The LA Times has pulled the piece in question from its site. Of course, things in the Internet age do not disapear so easily, you can find it here.
12:14 pm: One of the things that’s so unique about this year’s NBA finals is that the teams love and respect each other. Phil Jackson is Kevin Garnett’s godfather, Rajon Rondo used to babysit Kobe’s kids, and Ron Artest, Rasheed Wallace, Kendrick Perkins, and Sasha Vujacic have a standing date to play bridge during every Thursday of the off-season.
There’s only one championship that the two teams are forced to battle for, but there’s also one love. They’re as star-cross’d as franchises get, and the two teams (and fanbases!) couldn’t be more pleased with one another. Isn’t it great to see everybody getting along?
Things could get ugly, though. L.A. Times writer Ted Green took it upon himself to stare down the line of tasteful writing and do cartwheels over it by making fun of Paul Pierce’s stabbing in 2000:
Two years ago, he fell during the Finals against the Lakers and went off in a wheelchair. An actual wheelchair! Five minutes later, he was dropping three-pointers all over TD Banknorth Garden. He actually came back into the game with the music from “Rocky” blaring over the public-address system. Yo, Paulie, that was such a bad con job, Sylvester Stallone is a better actor than your are. By the way, Pierce’s idea of a fun night is going clubbing and getting stabbed. Good times! If you’ll be seeing him for the first time, you’ll hate him before the first quarter of Game 1 is even close to over, guaranteed.
[Note: the post has since been pulled from the Times’ website.]
First, if the Sly Stallone rips didn’t present this man as the most fearlessly inventive and topical writer of our time, I don’t know what could. The Pierce line takes things to a new level entirely though, as Paul’s multiple stabbings to his face, neck, and back are apparently punchline material.
News to me; there’s nothing wrong with pushing boundaries in the name of good comedy, but that’s at best a pretty miserable joke, and the implications are miraculously even worse…I think. Honestly, I’m not sure what this one even means. I guess I’m just too low-brow for stabbing humor.