Stephen Jackson Said That Ron Artest And The Beer Thrower From 'The Malice At The Palace' Speak Daily

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“The guy that actually started the whole thing, that threw the beer, him and Ron speak daily,” Jackson said Tuesday on “The Jump” with Rachel Nichols. "… They keep in touch, and they’re real good friends.

” … I don’t know how they’re still friends, but it’s amazing and Ron’s that type of guy. You know definitely what to expect from Ron.”



Okay, let's clear not thing up right quick. Ron Artest and the dude that launched a beer at him more than a decade ago DO NOT speak daily. The only people that speak daily are those who are simultaneously living with each other and having sex with each other. Let's just assume that "Ron Artest And The Guy That Threw A Beer In His Face Are In A Domestic Partnership" would be a far bigger headline than this.

Now, do I believe that they are indeed friendly? Sure, why not? Most of my good friends are people that I used to strongly dislike. That's because I am kind of a dick, and therefore the people that I am going to get along with are predominantly dicks too. This may come as a surprise, but dicks don't usually excel at first impressions. Think about it. Ron Artest was basically a psychopath in 2004, and the same can be said for the lunatic that consciously decided to whip a $9 beer at a mentally unstable professional athlete. That guy was the essentially the scrawny, white, athletically impaired version of Ron Artest. It makes total sense that they would get along once that whole 86 game suspension and subsequent $5 million dollar loss in salary were in the rearview. 

​We are talking about Metta World Peace here. He had no choice but to be forgiving, and who better to forgive than the guy that was responsible for one of the most memorable moments in his entire professional career? Especially when that guy is just crazy enough to fit seamlessly into his inner circle. These two are cut from the same cloth. Birds of the same feather. Psyches of the same ward. It would be criminal if they were never able to find some common ground. They just had to roll around on it throwing punches and beer at each other first. 

​Enjoy...