If your views differ from that of the homie Racial (”hip-hop > sports!”) you will probably agree these finals were the most interesting since the Bulls dynasty.

I’ve heard a lot of talk about how the big three dominated the Kobe Show, which is true, but when it comes down to it the championship equation is easy… Thoro niggaz = rings. Look back at all the championship teams of the past few years. whether it was Bruce Bowen, James Posey, Robert Horry, Dennis Rodman, Horace Grant or whoever, they all had multiple dudes who’s job it was to do nothing but down and out dirty shit and get under the skin of the other team.

It became evident early on that the Lakers bench were a group of frightened puppies compared to the pitbulls on Boston’s squad. Posey & PJ Brown didn’t show up much in the stats, they just annoyed the shit out of lames like Farmar and Radmonovic. The most telling point of the series was when lil’ ol’ Sam Cassell slammed Sasha Vujacic A.K.A David Dallas to the floor and just laughed. In the final game while up by about 37, Big Baby ran the floor and stuffed in someone’s grill and Tony Allen caught a reverse alley-oop. The Celtics role players were ruthless. The Boston Three Party is no stranger to thoro’ness either. Between them they have been stabbed 11 times, repped Bloods on court, had a threesome in a Spike Lee movie, and named their dog Big Pun. So with that in mind, here are the two things L.A. needs to do next season…

1. Get a thug/thug’s
The Lakers need to do anything they can to get Ron Artest. He would be the perfect fit. Solves the confusion at small forward, can score sufficiently, exceptional on D, and crazy as fuck. Either him or give Kimbo Slice a one year contract. Even if he cant dribble a ball, his intimidation factor would suffice.

2. Embrace Compton, not Hollywood
The Celtics come out to 50 Cent, the Cavaliers come out to Jigga, the Lakers come out to…. The Who. Classic band but, when you rep the home of N.W.A and Death Row there are countless hits that I feel would top the CSI theme. Dre Day, Straight Outta Compton, Bow Down, Hit Em Up, the possibilities are endless. And fuck Beckham and Ashton Kutcher, how about Suge Knight and the Boo-Ya Tribe courtside.

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