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Ron Artest has a ring. Wow, I never thought I’d type that. Never thought David Stern would let him stay in the league long enough to grab a championship.

I was rooting for the Celtics to grab a title and when the Lakers won I was sort of depressed. Then ABC did me a favor, and went to a jubilant Ron Artest in the postgame. Ron Ron thanked his hood first, his family, God and to top it all off, his psychiatrist. Thank you Ron Ron.

Ron Ron  thanked his PSYCHIATRIST in ALL his postgame press conferences. Real men have feelings and express them. World Champions have feelings. Winners have feelings. Real men can see a psychiatrist too.

Yes Ron Ron may be a little off but he recognized it and responded. He recognized that this game is 90% mental and worked on it. He knew that LA and the high-pressure situations he was going to be in were going to be tough on him mentally this season so he prepared. He has a history of not handling these situations well, so what did he do? He got help. The same way you call on Kareem to help Andrew Bynum with post moves, Ron Ron called his HOF Psychiatrist to help him with the mental game. And it worked. Turned him into a World Champion.

People (my people especially) give a negative connotation to folks who see a psychiatrist when really it’s no different than seeing a physical therapist if you have a back problem. Get help where and when you need it. Lots of players in the league could have benefited from mental help before they got in trouble *cough* Kobe Bryant *cough*  ….*sneeze* Stephon Marbury *sneeze* just to name a few.

The raw emotion that Ron Artest displayed after winning his first championship last night made me, and you should have too, fall in love with Ron Artest all over again.

Yes he is brash, yes he has gotten in a little spat here and there. But who hasn’t! And honestly if you were in his same position in the Pacers-Pistons brawl, would you not have opened a can of whoop ass on SOMEBODY that night! I know I would have. Kick ass and take names later is my motto.

Ron Artest reminds me of that little baby lion cub who does not know his strength. He ends up playing slap box with a bunny rabbit and killing it. He meant no harm, he just wanted to play. But sometimes little Ron Ron loses track of his strength and place in time. But now Ron Ron has found his place. In the spotlight.  It’s ok Ron Ron. We forgive you.

From almost destroying the NBA’s image to becoming the league’s and MY PERSONAL SWEETHEART, Ron Artest. (Queensbridge!)