Ted Green wrote a column today in the L.A. Times that explains all the reasons to hate the Boston Celtics. That’s all fun and games; everyone in L.A. is supposed to hate the Celtics, so I’m fine with him verbalizing the hatred. Plus, I certainly have a lot of things I could write about hating Kobe, Pau, Fisher and Vuja-bitch.
But why did Green have to make fun of the stabbing that almost took Pierce’s life nine years ago? Why would the L.A. Times’ editor ever allow that garbage onto its pages?
Green wrote, “By the way, Pierce’s idea of a fun night is going clubbing and getting stabbed. Good times!”
Are you kidding me? That night wasn’t Pierce’s idea of a good time, it was his worst nightmare. It was a struggle for his life. Pierce came within inches of death, saved only by a thick leather jacket he was wearing and the hand of God, and this idiot Green wants to make fun of him for it? Is a near-death experience really a fucking joke? Is the worst night of someone’s life really an “idea of a fun night?”
My website isn’t a famous newspaper like the L.A. Times, but even I wouldn’t stoop to attacking somebody’s near-death experience. I wouldn’t even write, “Kobe’s idea of a fun night is going to Denver and having sexual intercourse with a woman who isn’t his wife. Good times!” and I would never think to write “Derek Fisher’s idea of a fun night is going to the hospital in the middle of a playoff game because his child is very sick. Good times!” or “Magic Johnson’s idea of a fun night is getting diagnosed with the H.I.V. virus. Good times!”
I know Green meant his incredibly ignorant comment as a joke, but there are some things you don’t joke about. Somewhere very near the top of the “don’t joke about this” list is when somebody nearly gets murdered in cold blood. I don’t care how big a Lakers fan you are, Green’s attempted humor should make you sick. He’s going to joke about a nearly fatal stabbing? Really? Why not joke about Reggie Lewis’s death, or Ray Allen’s child’s Diabetes? Those jokes would have been just as “funny” as the Pierce “joke.”
And I’ve barely even gotten started on the dumbass editor who let this shit be published. How could you possibly read this filth and allow it to go public? How did the editor not stop this piece at the desk, or at least take out the worst joke ever made in a big-time newspaper? How?
My skin started to prickle when I read the Pierce line, and I was embarrassed for everyone affiliated with the L.A. Times’ sports desk.
And before I go, I have one last thought on Green’s “joke:”
Pierce’s idea of a fun night isn’t getting stabbed, I think that’s pretty clear. His idea of a fun night is kicking the Lakers’ asses in the Finals.