Give Ron Artest credit. When Dennis Rodman left the NBA, Artest sensed a void in the league — a gaping hole, pining for a player who no one understands, who does and says outrageous things, and who could turn his own lack of common sense into huge riches.
While Rodman wrote books and showed up for a signing in a wedding dress, Ron "Artiste" has gone into music.
But his latest move, saying he was exhausted — one week into the season — and asking Indiana Pacers coach Rick Carlisle if he could take time off to concentrate on the release of his rap record, is a page right out of Rodman’s book.
Two weeks before the CD hits record stores, you can’t pay for this kind of publicity.
Even if it costs him the respect of his teammates and trust of the fans, it will be worth it.
Just ask The Worm.
WHAT’S NEXT, JACKS?
Just in case Texas Hold ’Em is too mentally taxing or confusing for you to follow, Fox Sports Net comes to the rescue on New Year’s Eve, airing the RPS Championships from Toronto (I’m not telling you exactly when because I would become the reason you actually watched this.)
RPS stands for, get ready, Rocks-Paper-Scissors. The champion gets $10,000, and what I’ll bet is one interesting-looking trophy.
I’m not kidding. The official RPS Web site (again, self-respect doesn’t allow me to share the address) has six pages of rules (including "illegal throws’’ and RATS — Recognizable Audio Tones.)
Suddenly, those poker players look like MENSA members.
• ASU 37, Washington State 17: How nice that Pat Tillman Day finds the Sun Devils at 7-2, relevant and shooting for a perfect home season. Had they been .500 and playing out the string in a half-full stadium, it would have been a shame.
• USC 55, Arizona 7: Any need for explanations here? The squeamish may want to turn away from the screen.
• Cardinals 20, Giants 17: Two in a row? If it’s ever going to happen, now is the time. Without Michael Strahan chasing him around, Josh McCown needs to get his talented receivers the ball.
• Too bad the Suns’ openingseason streak ended in Cleveland, but even Suns fans had to savor watching LeBron James explode, in high definition, in the fourth quarter. Try to think of something he didn’t do down the stretch.
• Anyone else tailgating before the roller derby out in Glendale tonight? I’ll bring the Schlitz, pork rinds and skate keys.