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Why The Average Nobodies Buying the LA Clippers is Good For the NBA, America
Now that Donald Sterling is banned from the NBA for life and will most likely have to sell the team, a lot of celebrities have chimed in on why THEY should buy the LA Clippers. Floyd Mayerweather, Oprah, Dr. Dre, Larry Ellison, Frankie Muniz; pretty much everyone is trying to get in while the getting’s good. What do these people have that we don’t have? Money? Power? Fame? Respect? The answer to all of those questions are yes (except for Frankie Muniz’s fame), but we don’t care about any of those things. Why? Because we have a plan. A plan that we created a few hours ago that will change the NBA forever. We’ve narrowed our plan down to 6 key points:
1. We’d bring back theme nights ala Jackie Moon with the Flint Tropics. Rotissserie chicken night. Glow in the dark night. Authenitc jersey on a pole night. If there’s one thing we don’t lack, it’s imagination. Would these theme nights translate well into reality? Who cares, as long as it gets butts in the seats. Also, we’re not horrible racists.
2. We’d play in some of the games. Admittedly this kind of a selfish point, but if we own an NBA franchise there is a 100% chance that we will make the active roster at some point during our tenure. To be honest, we think that’s what the game is lacking. Yeah it’s fun watching these gargantuan athletes dunk the ball all the time but what about some real, old fashioned basketball? Pick and rolls, layups, high shorts. Bring a little old school charm back to the league. Also, we’re not horrible racists.
3. We have no shortage of new team names and mascots. The Clipper’s ship has sailed (see what I did there?). It’s time for this LA franchise to take on a new identity, and we have the perfect suggestions for a town of this magnitude. Who wouldn’t love to see the LA Traffic Jams storming the court? I can see the posters now: “Tonight the Traffic Jams look to put the Heat in Park!” BOOM. Marketing 101. Also, we’re not horrible racists.
4. We would write story lines into every game. Kind of like professional wrestling……actually, exactly like professional wrestling. I’m talking tables, chairs, bra and panty matches (cheerleaders not players), hell, fire, brimstone, and barbed wire. Our first act as owners would be to get Jim Ross and Joey Styles to do commentary. MAH GOD IT’S BLAKE GRIFFIN! Also, we’re not horrible racists.
5. We would get heavy hitting names to sing the national anthem. I’m sick of watching basketball games with Harry from Tempe, Arizona or Janette from Shrewsbury singing the national anthem. I want big time solo artists or bands on that parque floor. It’s the national anthem! Having all these nobodies (no pun intended) butcher it every home game and making it lose it’s prestige. The first night we take over, Huey Lewis and The News will be singing the national anthem. Beat that, Oprah. Also, we’re not horrible racists.
6. Also, we’re not horrible racists. Self explanatory.
Come on, who wouldn’t us owning a NBA team?! We already have famous friends and that’s pretty much half of owning a pro sports team.
-The Average Nobodies
I Almost Respect This Guy
Yahoo- For Judge Joe Brown, he pretended to be a drunk gypsy clown who trashed a bathroom at a kid’s birthday party. On The Trisha Goddard Show, he played Eddie the Trucker, a discount lothario who ran up $70,000 in debts by bedding hookers and playing the lottery. For Unfaithful, a show produced by Oprah Winfrey‘s OWN, he was an international security expert who was cheating on his girlfriend — who was also cheating on him. And on The Sit-Down, a show in which ex-mafioso Michael Franzese mediates disputes over dinner, he played a mope whose best friend had seduced his girlfriend and crashed his car.
In just a few months, Tarr had become one of the most prolific television hoaxers in U.S. history, merrily running an insurgent’s war against an industry seemingly immune to shame. He was fueled by a hodgepodge of intellectual challenge, a dissident’s sense of humor and, yes, a quest for some measure of fame.
Ken Tarr, huh? Well, I almost respect you. Love the enthusiasm, love the idea, don’t love the commitment level. Hoaxed 8 shows in 5 different cities in 5 months and then stop? Where’s the momentum? Where’s the dedication? You could’ve been a star, you could;ve been something! Everyone knows the fame is in American Idol and Survivor. You should’ve pretended to be a ten year old girl belting out House of the Rising Sun, or even a gay man from Rhode Island who wins the first ever Survivor! I don’t know why you stopped, but it would’ve been epic if you compiled all of these hoaxes into one film and released it’s wrath upon modern day reality T.V. burying it once and for all for the good of mankind and all that is humane…instead you stop short for your fifteen minutes of fame and then proceeded to admit it was for fame. Rook move. You were killing it, master of his craft, top of the reality T.V. hoax world and then you left the game too soon. Shame
-Sean Lite-
P.S. I’m no super model but why are you flashing your belly chub in my face. It looks like your expecting something of me and, sorry, I’m just not willing to do it.
