Right after getting swept by the Dallas Mavericks, it seems only natural for Artest, the Queens, NY native and the NBA's reigning class clown, to come home and try his hand at making people laugh with him and not at him.
The 31 year-old Artest could even take the show on the road. Lord knows he's already made controversial stops with the Bulls, Pacers, Kings and Rockets. What's another Laugh Factory in Toronto? Detroit would be a blast. Just imagine the heckling when he reminds Piston fans about the 'Brawl in the Palace.'
The out-spoken former-St. John's star is no stranger to the spotlight or making us laugh--mostly unintentionally. Here's a sampling of his off-the-backboard humor.
When he joined the Lakers, Artest took '37' for his jersey number as a tribute to Michael Jackson whose "Thriller" album was "#1 on 'Billboard' for 37 weeks." Cerebral stuff. Reminds me of Steven Wright.
Then there was the one about thanking his shrink on national TV, right after the Lakers won the NBA Championship last year. Richard Lewis anyone?
If Artest doesn't tickle your funny bone, he may break it. Just ask the Mavericks little J.J. Barea how a Ron Artest punchline--I mean clothesline--feels.
With his Queensbridge Projects upbringing, Artest's comedy-stylings might be a little bit more rough around the edges than edgy. It's an acquired taste. Like Carrot Top on steroids.
The small forward's comedy goddesses will include local morning radio DJ's and pals according to the New York Daily News. No porn stars or hookers in this extravaganza--just a laff-riot. Hey, here's one. What do the Lakers and a Japanese steak house have in common? They both have aged Kobe. Pure gold, Jerry, pure gold.
We can only hope that Artest starts rapping during the show. Now, that would be really hilarious.
Where's Shaq when you need him? No, Really. Where is he?
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