After yesterday's Heat/Thunder Game, I'm convinced that Eddie House is nothing more than a "flat-billed gangster punk" in the words of Pat Jones.
After hitting a 3 pointer with a few seconds left to give the Heat the lead, House ran down the court displaying the maturity of a 9 year old. As he jumped up and down he held his fake pair of giant go-nads (picture a grown man bent over, jumping around like a monkey holding a baby in each arm), screaming what looked like "Yea mother fu#*er!! Im the sh!t!! Look at my big fu^*in balls!!"
Way to go Eddie.
I live in OKC, and yes, I'm a Thunder fan. But before we got the franchise, I was (and still am) a Heat fan. I don't mean the new Heat (Heatles?). I mean the old Heat. Hardaway, Marjle, Mashburn, Leonard, Zo, Brown. I still like 'em. But I wouldn't mind if House got caught with and suspended for performance enhancers
Yesterday's game lived up to all the hype. The flashy, smooth Heat vs the young tough-as-nails Thunder. But c'mon Mr. House, act like you've made a shot before. Besides, they're not really THAT big, are they? Douche bag.