Metta World Peace Can’t Dance, Still Can Dunk

First things first. Let’s clear the air on something. Since Ron Artest became Metta World Peace there has been some talk about what we’re supposed to call him. Seems most of the people who knew him as Ron still refer to him as such. That is their prerogative. For those of us that only know Ron Ron the ball player I’m thinking we should do like Eddie Murphy reminded us of Muhammad Ali.

Respect the man’s wishes and call him Metta, in other words.

During this crazy offseason we wondered how focused Metta was going to be what with his flirtations with British soap operas, musings of playing in Finland and that fugly performance on Dancing With The Stars. Then came word that Mike Brown would be bringing World Peace off the bench after the free-spirited forward reported to camp out of shape.

All signs pointed to another poor showing this season.

Then something clicked in the loss to Sacramento. Metta actually looked like a highly productive sixth man. Then it carried over into last night’s lopsided demolition of the Jazz.

Without a doubt the highlight of the night was Metta reminding us that he didn’t spend whatever spring was left in his legs on dismal dancing.

So, call him crazy. Refer to him as having a screw or two loose. Go ahead and say Metta is a misfit. Just make sure you get the name right and if you need help here’s Kevin Harlan to assist after the jump.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=M8kxpiRZ5dw