Look at that face of child-like wonderment. Oh, to be young and Crazy Pills again.
Trying To Trade Crazy Pills

So Fanhouse brings us word that they’re trying to move Crazy Pills.
We got to thinking how that conversation has to go…
Geoff Petrie: Okay, I’ve got to do something about this lunatic before he kills Kevin Martin and everyone he’s ever loved, or does a naked interpretive dance during the game or something. Let’s see…
*Geoff opens his address book, picks a number, and dials.
Billy Knight: Hello?
Petrie: Billy! How’s it going? Geoff Petrie, how are you?
Billy Knight: I like coco-puffs.
Petrie: That’s great, Billy. Listen, we’ve got this shiny defensive all-star ready to move and we wanted to check in and see what you were offering.
Knight: My seventeen owners say I can’t do any more trades.
Petrie: Why not, Bill?
Knight: They said that I couldn’t make any more trades that would “set back the franchise by decades” and that before I did anything I needed to “get an MRI” or something for my head.
Petrie: Okay, Bill I was just calling.
*Click
*Next number…
Kupchak: This is Mitch.
Petrie: Mitch, hi! Geoff Petrie.
Kupchak: Geoff, how are you?
Petrie: I’m good. I was just calling because I have…
Kupchak: Can you hold on a second? I’m having three young ladies suck banana flavored yogurt from my toes.
Petrie: Uh…sure.
Kupchack:…. Ah, so good. Anyway, what can I do you for?
Petrie: Well, I’m willing to offer Artest…
Kupchack: Woah, woah baby! You think I’m putting Artest on this team? I have Luke Walton.
Petrie: But Walton sucks this yea…
Kupchack: No! He does not! He’s a vital part of this team! We’re not trading Kobe Bryant!
Petrie: I didn’t ask for Kobe Bryant, we were talking about…
Kupchak: Listen, baby, I gotta go. Call me in the offseason and we’ll talk about a deal for that Kevin Martine or whatever.
Petrie: It’s Kevin Martin and we’re not trading…
*Click.
Petrie: This sucks. Okay. Surely this will work.
*Dials number.
Isiah: Help!
Petrie: Isiah?
Isiah: Geoff? Is that you?
Petrie: Yeah, it’s me, Isiah. Do you need me to call 911, are you hurt?
Isiah: The fans! They’ve stormed the defenses! Our weapons are useless against them! I’ve tried leaving out a bunch of Marbury’s shoes, but they won’t put them on!
Petrie: Do you need help?
Isiah: No, no one can help me now. The goal is still there. The goal is a championship. Why were you calling?
Petrie: Well, I was going to trade Ron Artest and wanted to know if…
Isiah: I’ll give you Randolph, Marbury, David Lee, and a second-round pick, along with my hummer.
Petrie: I thought you drove a Porsche?
Isiah: Not that hummer.
Petrie:… Um… anyway, that trade wouldn’t work under the cap restrictions.
Isiah: What’s a cap? Oh, man, they’re storming the concessions area. I gotta go, Geoff!
*Click
Petrie: Oh, man! I’m never gonna get rid of this psycho.
Joe Dumars: This is Dumars. Speak.
Petrie: Hi, Joe, it’s Geoff Petrie, how are you?
Dumars: You may dispense with the pleasantries, Geoffrie. What do you have to offer?
Petrie: Well, I know you guys like defense, and we’re ready to move Artes…
Dumars: Mwahahhahahhahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahah.
Petrie: I’ll take that as a no.
Dumars: Mwahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Petrie: A simple, “I don’t think we’re in a position to trade” would have worked.
Dumars: Mwahahahahaahahaahahahahaahahahaaha!
Petrie: Fine!
*Click
Petrie: Jackass. Okay. Last call.
George Karl: Hello?
Petrie: George? Hi. Geoff Petrie. How are ya?
George: I’m good, Geoff. How are you?
Petrie: I’m good. Listen, we’re listening to offers for Artest.
George: I’ll give you Nene, JR Smith, and my son.
Petrie: I thought Coby was with LA in the D-League?
George: I didn’t mean as a player.
Petrie: That desparate?
George: I’m freaked out by Nene now.
Petrie: George, it’s a really difficult thing he went through. You need to support him while he recovers.
George: Not that, man. Since he got back from the hospital he keeps wearing his hospital gown to practice. It’s freaking me out.
Petrie: Aren’t you worried about putting someone like Artest on the same team as someone like Kenyon?
George: Truth be told, I’m hoping they’ll kill each other like in that Ray Liotta movie.
Petrie: Any other offers?
George: You can take the Linas guy and Eddy.
Petrie: Wow, are you sure? Linas has been huge for you guys lately.
George: Yeah, I know, but I can’t pronounce his name.
Petrie: Umm…okay…we’ll get back to you.
George: You better, if you know what I mean.
*Click.
Petrie: Sigh, what am I going to do?
*Artest breaks open the door, half naked, covered in war paint and holding a kitana.
Petrie: Ron!
Arest: Snarl!
Petrie: Crap, he’s gotten into the ether again!
To Be Continued…
The NBA Live Experience: Solutions To Avoiding The Air Rufus And The Blowups Conundrum
We go to the games to see gigantic freaks of nature soar through the air, strive for perfection, push themselves to the limits of physical exhaustion… and then shoot 40% from the floor. But we understand that there needs to be some different elements to the live NBA experience. However, we would prefer it didn’t make either us or our wives or girlfriends want to throw ourselves from the scaffolding to escape the idiocy. And believe us, that almost happened at our last trip to a game. And it’s happening all over. Some worse than others.
After the debacle Corn suffered through, we decided to put our heads together and offer some alternatives and suggestions for the NBA to improve the NBA Fan “Experience.” First, let’s get the basics out of the way.

The Ground Rules:
1. No more playing music during the game. Ever. We know we’re not the first or last ones to demand this. But it has to happen. What’s that? You don’t want it to sound so quiet in the arena? Guess what? It still sounds quiet. It just sounds like a smattering of people being annoyed by the music being so damn loud. If you want the crowd to wake up, it’s time for a little tough love. If they want to encourage their team to win, they need to be faced with the reality of how it sounds when they don’t cheer. Additionally, and we know this sounds nuts, but sometimes people at a basketball game want to actually hear the sounds of the basketball game. Crazy, we know. We’re fine with a PA call every now and then (we even like the Spurs’ “Here come the SPURS!”, even though we’re hoping they’re “coming” back to an 18-point deficit, only to fall to a 36-point deficit with 4 multiple games suspensions for Robert Horry and Bruce Bowen), but the music has got to go outside of timeouts and halftime.
2. Put something else in your t-shirt gun and smoke it. We don’t care if it’s puppies (Atlanta), crack needles, strip club cards, beer, hooked on phonics tapes, thongs, NBA D-League tickets, or John Tesh CDs. But you need something with higher density and weight to make it to the back rows, and those t-shirts just end up being used to clean up dog crap anyway.
3. Encourage tailgating. The best part about going to football games is tailgating. So why is it not more regularly practiced in basketball? I’m not talking about Bobcats-Bucks on a Wednesday night. But for big, televised games on the weekend you should build some excitement. And the best way to get a crowd rowdy for Lakers-Heat on ABC? Get ‘em drunk. If you appeal to the college fan, they will come.
4. You Can Keep The Mascots, Provided You Use Them Wisely: We’ve got no problem with the wily coyote playing with the kids, or the Gorilla flying through the air on a motorcycle on fire. Just make sure that we’re only seeing him three or four times a game. Because any more than that, and you’re risking a plancha from the upper balcony, or a beatdown in the parking lot. And no one wants to see a grown man getting kicked in the nuts wearing a… whatever- the- Warrior- guy- is suit.
5. Corn’s got a short list of requests as well: Naked chearleaders, massages every time a player curses to protect his delicate sensibilities, and no clowns. No one likes clowns. While you may not be able to make things happen on the first two, I think we can keep our painted brethren off the hardwood, cool?
Let’s move on to the music.

The Soundtrack Of Our (NBA) Lives
Look, it’s not that we don’t dig “Soulja Boy” (6 months ago). It’s not that the little clapping song isn’t fun. But since we’re telling you you need to cut down on music in general, we felt it important to also get you some songs that were more apropos for you. Here’s what we came up with.
2 LA Lakers: Popular- Nada Surf
3 LA Clippers: California Love- 2Pac (Someone’s got to love them.)
4 Boston Celtics: We Are the Threeeee Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamigos!
5 Miami Heat: Undone (The Sweater Song)- Weezer
6 Charlotte Bobcats: Raise Up- Petey Pablo (this is to encourage the injured to rise and walk)
7 New York Knicks: My Favorite Mistake- Sheryl Crow (Knicks fans can sing it to Isiah)
8 San Antonio Spurs: Muzak (maybe not. We don’t want fans to get used to that level of excitement)
9 Detroit Pistons: Anything You Can Do Sheed Can Do Better
10 Sacramento Kings: Arco Arena-Cake (no joke. The song just kicks ass)
11 Minnesota Timberwolves: Young- Kenny Chesney (just imagine Sebastian Telfair singing this. Just try it.)
14 Seattle Supersonics: Please, Please, Please- James Brown
18 New Orleans: Alive- Pearl Jam (as in, what the team is trying to tell the fans)
19 Houston Rockets: The Great Pretender- The Platters (either about the team or T-Mac, or both)
20 Philadelphia 76ers: The Theme from Growing Pains- Andrew Gold (Imagine Andre Miller as Alan Thicke.)
21 Toronto Raptors: Cryin’- Aerosmith (cause they still ain’t over Vince Carter)
23 Orlando Magic: Big Time- Peter Gabriel (for Dwight “So Much Larger Than Life” Howard)
24 Atlanta Falcons: Who Let The Dogs Out- Baha Men (we amuse ourselves sometimes)
25 Indiana Pacers: My Gun Go Off- 50 Cent
26 Milwaukee Bucks: Don’t Fear The Reaper- Blue Oyster Cult (“I Need More Charlie Bell!!”)
27 Memphis Grizzlies: A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action- Elvis (for a multitude of reasons)
28 Golden State Warriors: Fools Rush In- UB40 (cause we just used Elvis)
29 Utah Jazz: Bizzare Love Triangle- New Order (either for the whole Kirilenko family weirdness or the inability to get steady production from anyone outside of Boozer/Williams)
30 Dallas Mavericks: Du Hast- Rammstein (Crazy, German, Sexy, Disco)
Most importantly, though, we have to make sure things like this come to an end. Please. Think of the children.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IMPROVE THE HALFTIME SHOWS!
We’re not saying people actually care about the halftime shows, or that’s why they’re there. But there has to be a better alternative than what we’re currently being served. Here’s what we came up with.
1. New Jersey Nets: Jason Kidd committing a dramatic interpretation of hara-kiri while screaming, “You did this, Carter! You bastard!” He heard about it from one of his mistresses.
2. Boston Celtics: Matt Damon in a reading of Hamlet. Dressed in the Smoochy suit.
3. Miami Heat: Ricky Davis in a rendition of “I’m So Tired” from “Blazing Saddles.”
4. San Antonio Spurs: Dick Cheney plays “Assault,” American Gladiators style. Except for really real. His target: Eva Longoria.
5. Charlotte Bobcats: Air Rufus and The Blowups, only with Morris Day and the Time!
6. Indiana Pacers: Eenie Meenie Mynie Mo. The losing fan has to go for a late-night car ride with Jamal Tinsley, blindfolded and strapped to the hood of the car.
7. Toronto Raptors: A seance to resurrect the career of Andrea Bargnani/ TJ Ford’s career, starring Samuel L. Jackson.
8. Phoenix Suns: A mustache-growing champion will be crowned. That person will pretend to be D’Antoni and perform an interpretive dance of some of his famous porno scenes with either a dance-team girl or the gorilla. Or both.
9. Seattle Supersonics: A Celebrity Cagematch for the rights to the team: Garth Brooks and Carrie Underwood versus Eddie Vedder and Ichiro.
10. Chicago Bulls: Sink a halfcourt shot to coach the team! Have a friend rebound it ten times and they can play power forward! Guaranteed more minutes than Ty Thomas!
11. New York Knicks: Every single fan gets to line up and fire Isiah, after kicking him in the sunt.
12. Dallas Mavericks: Dancing spectacular with Mark Cuban versus Wade Phillips!
13. Washington Wizards: A Quidditch match between Howard Dean and Mitt Romney.
14. Clippers : A team presentation to introduce the team. So people can recognize them at the store. Or at the game. Anything.
15. LA Lakers: The Jaws machine from Universal Studios rises up and eats Luke Walton. Then Derek Fisher shoots it in the mouth.
16. Orlando: JJ Redick recites his poetry. You know, because it would be good for him to stand up and let the blood to flow all the way down his legs, since he never gets off the bench.
17. Memphis Grizzlies: It’s the Dating Game! Your contestants? GM’s from three NBA franchises! They’ll be vying for the affections of Damon Stoudemire, who’s coming off a bad relationship! What lucky man will get the 7.3 points, 3.9 assists and bad attitude of this wiley veteran? Find out at halftime!
18. Houston Rockets: They shoot Tracy McGrady to the moon to get away from his whining. Rafer Alston is strapped under the boosters.
19. New Orleans Hornets: A presentation of the Hornets building a house. For Reggie “Bush” Kardashian to live in in four years.
20. Milwaukee Bucks: A feng shui realignment of the team so they flow much better. You know, towards the basket.
21. Utah Jazz: A rendition of Jesus Christ: Superstar, with AK-47 as Christ.
22. Portland Trailblazers: A live action Oregon Trail performance, wherein Jarret Jack sadly dies of dysentary, and Brandon Roy dies from a snakebite.
23. Golden State Warriors: A political debate on globalization in the modern world. Between Baron Davis and Captain Jack. On ether. With guns.
24. Cleveland Cavaliers: A 3-D movie presentation of “Cleveland: 50 years of Sports Misery: IN 3-D!”
25. Atlanta Hawks: Ted Turner has a puppet show. He lets a Bobby Petrino doll get mauled by Mike Vick’s dogs. Then, a fan tries for a half-court shot.
30. Philly: Who cares? The fans just want to get drunk. Might as well sign up Air Rufus!!
We feel that with these improvements, the NBA live experience can be truly FAN-tastic.
Sincerely,
Hardwood Paroxysm