Great idea for a thread btw!
I was sitting in my bedroom after having JUST finished working out, *bam* ball goes off Artest's leg. I was so pissed, but I try to make it a rule to see the game(s) all the way through, because well... you just never know.
And glad I did, I started screaming so loud, when I came out into the den, the two cats were wide-eyed and quivering under the sofas.
Like Rush Limbaugh all hyped up on painkillers, I continued on to work my dresser like it was an end-zone goal post pad after a touchdown. Followed that up by doing fifty more pushups, and woke the next morning to having a sore throat, bruised knuckles, and a pulled muscle in my back.
I bleed black and purple as it turns out. I'm still smiling about the play, and game 4 just ended!