As Artest sat in front of his locker after the game, surrounded by his family, he began showing them around like a school kid showing his parents his classroom. “This is where I do my interviews after games,” he said as he held a bottle of champagne. When he was asked about the toughness he brought to the Lakers, he looked up at his father standing above him and pointed to him.
“When you talk about tough Ron, that’s my dad,” he said. “My dad threw me on the floor, roughed me up real bad and used to make me real mad. He prepared me for this moment right here. That’s why when you see me I can’t control it. That’s my dad. I played hard because my dad did. Don’t blame it on the alcohol, blame it on my dad.”
This is like telling me Jordan Farmar has big ears or Michael Sweetney is fat — it’s not exactly the most surprising thing in the world to hear that Ron Artest was beaten as a child. He was probably also dropped on his head a couple hundred a few times.
But no matter what his childhood was like, no matter how many times he was dropped on that skull of his, Artest hit one of the biggest shots of the 2010 NBA season. Please excuse me so I don’t puke all over my computer.