To say that I’ve become an Oklahoma City Thunder fan since we got our team four years ago would be an understatement. I follow the players on Twitter. I go to the games, listen to them on the radio or watch them on TV. I coach them from my kitchen while cooking meals.
In other words? I’ve got Thunder fever and am naming it AND claiming it. I make no apologies for being grateful for my now hometown NBA team, so yesterday this generally emotionally regulated momma lost it. During the first half of the OKC Thunder-Lakers game, World Peace (formerly known as Ron Artest) went up for a basket, came down to celebrate, and in the heat of the moment drew his arm back and knocked James Harden down with what can only be described or construed as a recently discussed bounty hit.
It was mean, it was out of control, and it really hurt Harden. So much so that although the LA team docs first thought Harden could play in the second half, they later withdrew their decision and Harden saw no more court time for the rest of the game. Now it appears that he does indeed have a concussion from the blow and may miss more than a few games.
Time will tell. Time will also tell how the NBA will deal more long term with World Peace’s actions.
But suffice it to say, this momma bear AIN’T happy. World Peace, you hurt my player. You were out of control and you hurt another person in an action that was completely avoidable. You beat on your chest, you argued that it wasn’t your fault, and it was only after the game that you showed some degree of contrition.
I’m mad at you, World Peace. You need to do better, or you need to stay off the court.