Puke-R-rific Twolves-style

Someone should go shove one of the Celtic's NBA Championship trophies up Kevin McHale's ass.

He's one pathetic excuse of an NBA General Manager who's shoddy decision-making has led to a chaotic excuse of an NBA franchise. Sure, I've been harboring anger for years because of pick-ups like J.R. Rider, Ndudi Ebi, Paul Grant, Will Avery, Michael Olowokandi, Sam Cassell, and others -- but he's gone too far this time.

It seems as if he now is desperate enough to yell at the franchise player about a lack of effort. What a freaking hypocrite. I'm sure if we had an inside look at McHale's office at Target Center, we'd need those tiny white 3M filter masks to breathe in all the dust that's settled in the room. He hasn't done crap for this team besides make his nightly appearance in his 7th row seat, and he blames Garnett for its woes.

I can't believe he's got the balls to yell at Kevin Garnett. If he in fact runs this player out of town, I might put in a call for his head on pitchfork or something — in a My-Name-Is-Earl-redneck hick sort-a-way. Read more for yourself: here.