Ron Artest, L.A. Lakers: Is He Crazy Enough To Really Raffle His NBA Bling?

How would you like to be the proud owner of a crazy man’s diamond-encrusted NBA championship ring? No? 

What if I told you it was for a good cause? No? 

You must think the ring is hot—or know who the crazy man is.

The word “crazy” is the most overused word in the English lexicon: A person who is fun in an over-the-top sort of way is “crazy;” a basketball player who can leap out of the gym in a single bound has “crazy hops;” a hit song by, say, um, Gnarls Barkley is “Crazy;” a stressful situation is often described as being “crazy;” a former girlfriend who keys a BMW is “crazy.” 

I’d reason that for every knucklehead-gone-crazy story, there is a life improvement story that goes unpublished. 

Michael Vick’s saga gets headlines, but there are others.    

Ron Artest’s “crazy” moments get headlines; his good deeds go unpublished or put on the back pages. He’s a great one-on-one defender and plays intense ball on the court. 

Off it, he’s a gentle giant who’s defending intense criticism of some of his antics.

He drew attention from the media and the cops by driving a mini race car around Los Angeles. Before that, he went on Jimmy Kimmel wearing only his boxers and tennis shoes.

“He was quiet as a kid, and now he gets naked on Jimmy Kimmel,” Lamar Odom said about Artest during the championship ring ceremony. 

This quiet kid may need a straight jacket, plus a padlocked room, but he’s got the keys to Las Vegas. He met with President Obama, Bill Clinton and Harry Reid. 

Artest can probably get you any ticket in Hollywood. 

Now, he’s selling raffle tickets for a chance to win his NBA World Championship ring.  Through his web...

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