In the second quarter, there was a play where Rondo outrebounded Dwight Howard, to which Rondo was knocked out of bounds and into the first row of "Gucci seats."
Some guy with a blue shirt stood up and was yelling at Rondo and (potentially) the official - both of whom were within earshot. And from what I can remember, the guy had a kid next to him, wearing a white hat.
It was YOU, Ernest Provetti. (Just in case you wonder what he looks like, check out his Facebook page
And funny, as the play
was unfolding, you were closer to the court than Stan Van Gundy.
Nice double-standard, ass. If you don't want golf balls in your yard, don't move near a golf course.
If you don't want to get run over by pro basketball players, don't sit in the front row.
On an aside, his son was the only person on the floor to get a body on Big Baby down the stretch, so credit to him for that.
First of all, I have a giant problem with the notion of "celebrity priest." The Pope has that job.
Secondly, oh hell, it's better than a 10-year old altar boy. It's a 35-year old woman. It might be against the church rules, but it's perfectly normal from where I'm sitting.
And his last name - Cutié - c'mon, you can't make this shampoo up.
Look, I care about the Bruins because they're winning. When they no longer win, then I no longer watch/care.
But the sucker punch from last night's Hurricanes/Bruins game by Scott Walker to the face of defenseman Aaron Ward deserved a suspension.
My dad was a hockey player. I was not. I would not have been able to stay on the ice, mostly because I couldn't skate. But also, if something like this happened to me or my teammate, I'd go apeshit.
So maybe it's a bigger punishment for Scott Walker to be on the ice as opposed to in the upper press box...
That's it for today.