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Sunday, May 19
The Indiana Daily Student

Enough is enough

Enough is enough.\nNo, I'm not sick of those snakes on that plane. I'm sick of the new and improved ghetto NBA.\nWhat happened to the good old days? What happened to the Spree coach choke or the Bird-Doc J fight, or anything more docile then the present debaucheries of our beloved stars?\nA player who makes more money playing in one game than most of us will make in our entire first year out of college needs to just shut up and play because I've had enough. It's time for an intervention. \nHere are the players NBA Commissioner David Stern needs to invite to the intervention:\nInvite Stephen Jackson, for firing five bullets in the air at 3 a.m. at Indianapolis Gentleman's Club, Club Rio, during training camp.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Eddie Griffin, for crashing a car while allegedly driving drunk and reportedly masturbating to porn playing on the in-dash screen.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite J.R. Smith, for making fun of a teammate for reading a book.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Ron Artest, for going into the stands to fight a fan and for asking for time off to promote a record deal midseason. Essentially, invite Ron for being Ron.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Allen Iverson, for just talking about practice. Not a game, but practice.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Rasheed Wallace, for getting more technical fouls in a season than I've had birthdays.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite future Dr. Alan Henderson, M.D., for checking in his luggage at the airport with a loaded gun in the bag.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Carmelo Anthony, for being caught multiple times with his "friend's" weed in his car. And for sucker-punching Mardy Collins.\nTell him: Enough.\nInvite Collins, for getting identical flagrant fouls on back-to-back nights, the latter of which instigating a brawl.\nTell him: Enough.\nThis intervention needs to happen now because it's starting to get ridiculous. Stern needs to call the Holiday Inn, book the party room, rent some metal detectors and fly the party list in for some punch and pie and a little chat. Because I fear if this doesn't happen soon, we will see an NBA player passed out on the roller coaster in the Mall of America from a drug overdose. \nI'm getting really sick of reading, writing and talking about these stories, but it's all that arises when the topic is the NBA. We don't hear the good stories. We don't hear about how Caron Butler spent almost two years in a juvenile detention center before he made it into the NBA and cleaned up his act. We don't hear about the charity these players do unless it's those annoying "Read to Achieve" commercials. We don't hear about the happy families and smiling children of the stars. Instead we hear about Shawn Kemp's children from his multiple baby mamas.\nMaybe we only get the bad because these stories sell or because they are quite amusing. Maybe it's because they are just so utterly ridiculous. \nWhatever the reason is, I say: Enough.

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