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"I understand what Yao said, but I'm still ghetto," Artest said, according to the report. "That's not going to change. I'm never going to change my culture. Yao has played with a lot of black players, but I don't think he's ever played with a black player that really represents his culture as much as I represent my culture. Once Yao Ming gets to know me, he'll understand what I'm about.

That's what Ron Artest had to say about Yao's comment.

Hopefully, [Artest isn't] fighting anymore and going after a guy in the stands.

Hmmm... really Ron? Still Ghetto? This comment is a tad bit suspect if you ask me. Is Ron out to prove something, and is he trying to say something about T-Mac? This could be a pretty deep comment when you look at it.

I've always felt that Ron Artest has some problems within himself that he needs to work on. Remember when he wanted to retire from the NBA to work on his music? That was a stupid idea - Glad you didn't do it Ron.

I don't doubt that the dude "Is still ghetto," I just don't agree with the language he used. I got this thing about people who use the word ghetto to describe themselves, and this is it at it's worst. As a professional NBA player making millions of dollars, why would you even want to present or represent yourself as being GHETTO?! I could see Ron Artest going back to Queens, New York after his basketball career and just posting up on the block like nothing happened. Sometimes I feel for this dude, and sometimes I just say he's the new Dennis Rodman.

Come on Ron, as a black man you have to do better than that my dude. I still think you're going to make the Western Conference All Star team this year.

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Just thinking back to that God awful night of my senior year in college. Big party night... The Blind Pig was supposed to be banging this night. Me and the fellas were getting wasted, but I had no idea that I would be obliterated. I had 2 fifths of Seagram's Blue Beast Gin and Juice, well half of one fifth was already gone. After killing the 5th and a half... by myself, we went to the club and I was feeling nice. I bought more drinks while there supposedly as the night began to blur. I woke up the next morning with my clothes still on, from my jacket to my Tims. I was passed out on the couch. I woke up just in time to get ready for work somehow though. Obviously still wasted from the night before and not really coherent - I went upstairs to get cleaned up. I was running short on time so for some reason I skipped the whole shower scene and resorted to just brushing my teeth. In the process I hurled and had to rebrush my teeth. Didn't change clothes... just walked out the door. Went and paid the water bill, and I can remember how the office was spinning, and the line was taking forever to move. I felt like I ate some bad candy from the Willy Wonka movie and everything started spinning... maybe a bad candy cane or something. I finally got the bill paid, and I needed some grub to hold my insides down. I stopped at trusty old Burger King for a whopper with cheese. Got my food, and parked my car at the commuter lot by the Big House. My bus ride was dreadful, as the bus seemed to swerve and jerk like a roller coaster at Cedar Point (all the while, I'm thinking... Did I brush my hair this morning?). Once I got off the bus and walked to work, I was greeted by my Supervisor. She laughed at me and said that I smelled like a wine-o. She was cool about it, since this office was comprised of 75% college students... she understood. But after my stinch of liquor was eluding from the conference room and throughout the office - she told me to take my drunk ass home. The bus ride again? So before I could even open my bag of BK... I was off back to the crib. Walking with my bag and drink in hand... I finally got to my car and drove home. I slept for the rest of the day, and since then... I've never touched the Blue Beast again. SMH....


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