Taste Some Testy

My favorite part of this is when the Testy Insanity spreads to Reggie Theus... or maybe its the Tru Warier's constant King Kong chest pounding... or the odd sense that his teammates are either with him or just too scared to not slap his hand as he's leaving... well, play it, by all means. There's too much here to miss.



To be fair, Testy was facing the Jazz and Matt Harpring. It's not like that combination hasn't provoked lesser psychos to murder. Also, he recently announced his retirement from rap, so maybe he's just feeling blocked creatively. Or, just from looking at him, that he's in a permanent case of roid rage. (And yet, still doesn't really rebound that much. Those muscles are for show, not tell.) Finally, the man has to live in Sactown now. I've been there. It's flat. Not to put too fine a point on it, but in the immortal words of Chris Rock covering the New Hampshire primary. I'm guessing he's not finding a lot of hair care products.

In other news, the Kings are 18-24 and 7 games out of the last playoff spot in the West, though they are better since getting Bibby and Martin back. Are the Maloofs still even paying attention?