Let me explain. Mr. Artest battered George Hill, our rookie guard, who was on his way to a fastbreak layup. Sir Kurt (who should be knighted for his defense of the homeland) answered the assault with the same intensity with which he plays: he pivoted, then sidled toward Mr. Artest, stepped into it, pushed his 235 pounds through his left shoulder, and blasted Mr. Artest at least twenty-three feet into the crowd behind the goal. Fouls were called on neither Mr. Artest nor Sir Kurt.
Normally, I don't condone violence. Sometimes, however, you gotta put the smack down to show people whose house they're in. Sir Kurt explained to Mr. Artest, in language he could understand, that he was in la Casa de los Spurs. If you mess with one Spur, you mess with us all.
You just don't get stories like this in baseball.