They're Playing Basketball! (on Earth or Otherwise)

It’s been a sad week for the Los Angeles Lakers. Aside from being ESPN’s constant pin cushion as the embodiment of a destroyed franchise (even I’m starting to feel bad for Jim Buss) the Lakers decided to part company with team wild man Metta World Peace.

Sure, it happened days ago and the Knicks have already scooped Metta to bring him back home (say Queensbridge) but I couldn’t bring myself to admit he was gone until I saw him hoist the blue and orange jersey.

The Lakers have lost their smile, their mentally unstable, goofy smile.

It’s probably for the best.  When aliens start abducting quirky West Coast bball players like Baron Davis, you know it’s only a matter of time until the King of the mentally unstable NBA players beams on up.

Why is it that aliens only abduct the stupid and mentally unstable? It used to be just the cream of the crop from the methed out reaches of the South but now the aliens have resorted to kidnapping bearded, pot toking weirdo NBA players.

At least they dropped B Diddy by the In-And-Out Burger. I wonder if he saw Walter and The Dude?