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Ron Artest scares the living hell out of me. Drinking at halftime in games, Appearing in only his boxers on television randomly. Charging into the stands at games like a bull in Pamplona. Telling stories about seeing people getting stabbed with table legs.
He’s like the loving, semi-psychotic uncle the online community never had growing up. Artest only adds to this mythos with a supportive open letter to Tiger Woods on Tuesday.
In reading the statements you have made, I can tell you are a stand up guy. Please remember only Jesus is perfect. You made a mistake and you admitted your infidelity.
Syllogism complete: if you’re not Jesus, you can just do it and cop to it later. Got it, Ron. Not arguing either, because you terrify me.
He also implores writers to out their own affairs to their partners, so I’ll help one of our own start the healing. Skip Bayless has had a ten year affair with a traffic cone with the name “Skip Bayless” written on it in Sharpie. He puts a wig on it, and I have pictures available for the right price. AJ Daulerio, call me!
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