Realizing he could end up in an empty area running screen-and-rolls with guys like Melvin Ely
or Rafael Araujo
for the next three years, Ron Artest
has officially declared backsies on his knee-jerk trade request. I was just kidding...please don'tsend me to Toronto.
If you caused your girlfriend to get arrested, fired from her job, and then tell everyone you'd rather jump all over her she-bitch of a sister over in Manhattan...metaphorically speaking, of course...although Jerm
does sound a little more like a whiny little school girl in every interview he does.