Da-doo-Ron-Ron-Ron, da-doo Ron-Ron, it's the morning links:
Oh, that Ron Artest. He came into the ACC last night and walked out a loser -- barely -- the Raptors winning a thriller in OT. (Personal note: Sam Mitchell for Coach of the Year! Okay, Sam Mitchell has a pulse! On my first trip to the ACC this season, Sam shows he can indeed make a situational sub, putting Pape Sow out on Ron Artest on the Kings' next-to-last possession, and getting a turnover out of it. First he gets rid of the Boy GM, then he turns into a sideline genius. Coincidence? I think not.) Artest, who appears to be carrying a tire under his shirt -- always a possibility, although tire irons are more likely -- had 24 and 9, but as Dave Feschuk opines, the Kings are taking a huge gamble that'll never pay off.
Here's something new: a Dennis Rodman update that involves him actually playing basketball. Conquering adversity, too: "He also had to combat a nasty case of nipple chafing, the result of wearing two nipple rings roughly the shape and size of manhole covers, which required the hasty half-time application of surgical tape to allow him to continue."
Thanks to Deadspin for this one: Some guy claims to catch Doug Flutie's drop-kicked ball, fires off a fax to Patriots with a list of demands to turn the ball over, Patriots drop-kick his fax. Heartwarming stuff.