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I thought it was ridiculous when the guys from the new “Three Stooges” hosted “Monday Night Raw,” but an in-game NBA promo is taking things too far. Nyuk nyuk NO!

But since it’s the Stooges, nobody was actually hurt. Tyreke Evans stayed in the game and Manu Ginobili left due to a non-serious cut on his ear and the fact that the Spurs were playing the Kings in April. Classic Gregg Popovich hijinks. He’s a big-time Curly fan.

(via Sports Grid)

As we all know, in the realm of NBA basketball Blake Griffin vs. Kevin Love is the new Kobe Bryant vs. LeBron James. You can only like one and you can only choose one, and since they’re both very young and very good, we can argue about who is better for a long, long time.

However, as we also all know, DeMarcus Cousins is threatening to be the angry guy who makes those comparisons ridiculous. (I guess that makes him 2010 Dwyane Wade but who is keeping score? (Probably nerds are keeping score. Silly nerds.)) He’s young, he’s good and he recently called Blake Griffin “an actor” after beefing with the Clippers star.

And while that might sound like an insult because it was meant to be, Blake Griffin is taking it a compliment since he’s been working at perfecting his craft. From ESPN:

“I first heard about it from my acting coach, he sent me an email,” Griffin joked after the game, responding to the comments for the first time. “He was obviously thrilled. It was a compliment. I guess he’s seen some commercials and stuff and I appreciate it.”

Now this, my friends, is why Blake Griffin is such a skilled improviser. He takes a negative situation and turns it positive with a simple “Yes and” technique that’s been passed down from generation to generation of performers. You have to support your partner’s premise and then build from there. Great work.

And hey, when you are Blake Griffin and you are apparently trying to have a second career starring in every third commercial during an NBA broadcast, it’s good to be noticed for your chops, even if it’s in a derogatory light. As they say, there’s no such thing as bad publicity. If people keep talking about Blake Griffin’s acting, some big shot director is going to notice and put him in a movie. Then he can say he finally made it in Los Angeles, which is more than most people can say.

All Blake Griffin needs is one break. Looks like DeMarcus Cousins might be just that.

Just last week, DeMarcus Cousins offered to “solve” Devin Harris’ “issue,” whatever that may be. If you don’t speak Cuzish, them’s fightin’ words. Thanks to an in-game staredown, the Jazz and the Kings were at each other’s throats. Fun for a night, but usually the kind of thing that dies down immediately.

But not this time, friends. This isn’t going anywhere. We’ve got a legit feud on our hands, thanks to Earl Watson, who is taking things to the next level. From the Salt Lake Tribune:

If Cousins tries to start anything March 30 when Utah hosts Sacramento, Watson said he’ll be ready.

“The DeMarcus kid: I don’t know,” Watson said. “We’re in the playoff hunt. I’m not sure what his purpose is. I know what our purpose is.”

And from the Desert News:

“I’ve never seen (Cousins) do that with a guy his size. Have you?” Watson said. “That says a lot.” [...]

“I didn’t see him hit (Derrick) Favors. I didn’t see him hit (Enes) Kanter,” Watson said. “But every time he plays Devin, he wants to bump Devin. I mean, wow. Unbelievable, unbelievable. I don’t what to say. I’m speechless.” [...]

Watson wouldn’t mind if he’s the next little guy Cousins tries to bump around.

“I hope I am,” the 6-1, 199-pounder said. “You can quote that.”

Just to clarify — a huge guy wanted to fight a little guy because the little guy kept annoying him, but now a smaller guy is saying he’s going to fight the huge guy because he’s tired of him picking on little guys. It’s an incredibly hilarious start to a promising feud. Two young teams with talent, the ability to grow and a deep-seated hatred for one another, plus they play in the same conference and could battle over who wore the worse purple jerseys during the late-90s.

As long as these two teams hang on to all these testy players, things could really escalate over the next few years. Sure, that’s going to be tough with the always-on-the-block Devin Harris as one of the main characters, but I think it’s worth it to both of these teams to keep these guys around and fight things out. Having a rival can drive you to some incredibly high heights. Just ask the Knicks and Heat, who parlayed their dislike for one another in to contender status in the 1990s.

I’m not saying the same thing will happen for the Jazz and Kings, but the seeds of a revolution rivalry must be planted somewhere. If said seed happens to be DeMarcus Cousins fighting Devin Harris and Earl Watson at the same time — a pretty fair fight, I think — then so be it. The two teams play each other Friday. This could be the start of some mutually beneficial destruction.

(via I Am a GM)

On the lowdown, DeMarcus Cousins has been having a productive and hilarious season. Probably because he plays on a bad team on the West Coast, no one really realizes he leads the NBA in total offensive rebounds, that he’s averaging 20 points and 13 rebounds per 36 minutes or that he’s consistently doing funny things like wearing his coach’s jacket or signalling first downs when guys miss free throws. It’s been a fun run for Kings fans, I’m sure.

But maybe this quote will get DeMarcus a little more play across the league. I mean, when you offer to beat up another player, that’s pretty notable. From SLC Dunk:

Honestly, I’m tired of the kid. I don’t know what his issue is. I’m tired of the kid. Honestly. I’m tired of him. I don’t know what his issue is, but I can definitely solve them.

Why did this happen? Because they had a staring contest earlier, of course. From the Salt Lake Tribune:

Cousins attempted to save a loose ball and felt that Harris blocked his path. Cousins immediately got in Harris’ face, who stood his ground and coldly stared at the Kings forward. Cousins quickly became heated while Harris kept staring — never backing down and barely moving. The two were soon separated.

And while you might think a small fellow like Devin Harris would be scared to fight a giant like DeMarcus Cousins, you need to think again.

Harris on Cousins: It goes back to the last game. … He’s trying to get in my head and I’m trying to get in his. I can’t let anybody push me around.

So yeah, it looks like we’ve got a hilarious, totally unnecessary feud brewing, along the lines of Quentin Richardson’s and Paul Pierce’s weird rivalry. It’s so mismatched — a gigantic, surly center versus a slight, quiet point guard — and it’s so inconsequential that I can’t help but root for this to bloom in to a full-fledged blood feud.

There’s almost no reason for these two guys from these two teams to be fighting, so let’s hope it happens. Between Cousins’ quotability and Harris’ stubbornness, this could produce some excellent content. A little beef between two less notable teams wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. The Kings and Jazz play again next Friday, so let’s hope for some juicy back-and-forth in the next week, then a little posturing in the game, then more hilarious quotes afterwards.

As long as DeMarcus Cousins doesn’t actually “solve” Devin Harris’ “issues,” this is good, clean fun. If Devin Harris gets his head knocked off, however, then I completely disavow this post.

“They’re starting to like each other … and they’re getting closer to that other `L’ word.”Keith Smart, on his cuddly-duddly team

Bold move of Keith Smart to offer DeMarcus Cousins his jacket and a chance to coach the Kings last night. Not only are the drycleaning bills going to be astronomical, there are also legitimate “fat guy in a little coat” concerns here. Always good to see a coach trust his players.

Things seemed to work out fine though — Smart said “It actually fit him. Either he’s losing weight, or I’m gaining weight” — and the Kings won, so I guess Cousins should coach every fourth quarter in Smart’s jacket. It’s the only logical conclusion.

(via Outside the NBA)

It was probably 2005 the first time I was called “Brad Miller” during a basketball game, which is actually a compliment if you think about it, since 2005 Brad Miller was really good. This was the first time I’d really had a beard, which my then-girlfriend hated, one of the many reasons we broke up. I was tall for a normal person, a decent passer for a center-ish guy, I took a lot of top of the key threes and wore a headband. It made a lot of sense. I was certainly familiar with Brad before then — first from a Cuonzo Martin-led Purdue team that my uncle loved, then from his first stint with the Bulls when Shaquille O’Neal almost killed him — but this was the first time I really had a definable game that could be favorably compared to an NBA All-Star.

Around this time, blogs were happening. You guys know about blogs, right? Sure you do. Right after I graduated from college, I got a boring desk job and really went in on the internetosphere. Round about the same time, Brad Miller, for reasons that have not yet been clearly explained, got his hair braided for an exhibition game against the SuperSonics. Now, you are not going to believe the next few words you are going to read, but they are absolutely true — I had cornrows my senior year of high school. There are pictures at my mom’s house that prove this, but I can’t get them right now, so just trust me on this. Big white dude who can’t run or jump wearing a headband and cornrows? That’s me. I’m hooked. Brad Miller fan for life.

You probably don’t think of Brad Miller as an internet superstar. He’s not going to dunk on anybody or send a shot in to the fifth row. His highlights are going to be subtle things, like the world’s slowest pump fake leading to a foul and some free throws. But that’s when the magic happens. Brad pulls the slow pump fake, gets fouled, goes to the line and winks at the guy who fouled him, the guy who already feels like an idiot because they fell for Brad Miller’s one move. That’s great stuff, hilarious stuff — the kind of things that make him seem like a normal dude who plays professional basketball because he happens to be seven feet tall.

And that’s the allure for me. Even though he’s obviously one of the most skilled people on the planet, he really just seems like any ordinary guy. He gets outran by Chris Kaman. He’s nearly in tears when he botches the ending of a game three times in the final 30 seconds. He has an award-winning outdoors show. He shows up to introductory press conferences in camouflage shorts and wears camouflage ankle tape during games. He celebrates clutch threes like he’s from Compton even though he grew up in an Indiana town with a population under 10,000. (That clip is also the top non-Jordan basketball moment in my life. Shout outs to Graydon Gordian, Eamonn Brennan and Ryan Corazza for going through that relevant life experience with me.) There’s not much better than a guy who is totally and completely himself, even if it means he’s the NBA’s only redneck gangsta.

Now he’s retiring at season’s end, literally to work on his outdoors show, which is the most Brad Miller way to leave. He hasn’t done much the past two seasons, thanks to a microfracture surgery that probably affected him less than any other player in the history of knees. Robbing someone of their athleticism when they’re already broke doesn’t change much. He’s just old now and he wants to go hunting. Helping mentor Kevin Love is cool and all, but taking your millions of dollars and using it to produce a television show of you and your friends doing something you love? That’s awesome. I’ll miss him being in the league so much, but I can’t blame him at all for going in to chill mode.

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