In an interview with FanHouse on Friday, Artest announced he is making a straight-to-DVD movie entitled Therapy, which I assume chronicles his rise from poor kid growing up in the projects of Queens to batshit crazy NBA player.

Surprisingly, the "Malice in at the Palace" will have its five-year anniversary Thursday- it seems like it happened longer ago - but Artest states that the fracas will only be a small part of the film.

"I didn't even realize it was the fifth-year anniversary,'' Artest said. "I'm actually working on a movie about it. It's going to be pretty cool... It's like a docudrama. I'm playing me. (The brawl) is like a small part, but it's a part of it... It's to just kind of spice up the movie a little bit, but (the movie) is deeper than that. It's all true.''

Wow. Artest claims he has a silent partner who is funding the project and he expects the film to be released next summer.

I can confidently state that there is a good chance that Therapy will be the worst movie ever made. I haven't been this excited about a straight-to-DVD release since Road House 2.

Brawl Will 'Spice Up' Movie About Artest [FanHouse]

The cheerleader in question. according to the Facebook screenshots, appears to be 21-year-old Whitney Isleib, who I assume is dressing up for Halloween as Lil Wayne. According to her profile page on DallasCowboysCheerleaders.com, her hobbies include "dancing, sleeping, eating, and watching movies" and her favorites books are "mysteries." An anonymous tipster made us aware of these photos on her Facebook page.

Enjoy the carnage.

In this era of political correctness, people who live their lives in the "public eye," for lack of a better way of putting it, have to exercise a little more discretion and not upload photos to Facebook that would make Ted Danson blush.

David Puddy approves. You know, if he were a real person and not a character played by Patrick Warburton on a sit-com.

Still, you have to reluctantly admire this misguided fellow's dedication to his obviously beloved New Jersey Devils. I suppose at least he's not painting his face.

In the interest of total disclosure, I once contemplated getting a Minnesota Vikings tattoo way back in 1998, when the Purple were on their way to a 15-1 season that culminated in utter disappointment in the NFC Championship game. Ugh. Thankfully, despite being young, dumb and full of rum, I chose wisely and elected not to get said tattoo. How stupid would I have felt when the Vikings move to Los Angeles in a couple of years? Governor Schwarzenegger is now a sworn enemy of the Weed household.

But enough about me. Of course, this is Weed Against Speed and I will be your humble host today here on Deadspin. Please send in any tips you might have and if you have a question for me personally, would like to anonymously tell me that I suck, or better yet, have some suggestions,you can e-mail me at weedagainstspeed@gmail.com.

Alrighty then. Let's keep it light and have some fun today.

It's time for a little breezin', people.

Thanks to John for the pic tip.

The Motor City Soldiers and the Wayne County Bengals, two semi-pro football teams from Metro Detroit, squared off at Royal Oak High School (yeah, that's right) in the first ever football game played by innings. Each offensive possession was half an "inning"—the inning ended when a team scored, punted, or turned the ball over—and no game clock was used. It was all going swimmingly, until a ninth-inning tackle sent players flying into the Bengals bench and all hell broke loose. Players started throwing punches, fans came out of the crowd to join in the ruckus, and the rest of the game was eventually called off. Did I mention it was supposed to go 12 innings? Seriously, this is what the economy has done to the Great Lakes State.

So what was the inspiration for this noble dream that turned into a sub-Arena League debacle three-quarters of the way through its first game? A possibly apocryphal story about one moment in time that made a young man question the concept of fairness and very essence of the sport of football.

"I was at Michigan versus Illinois game and Michigan had the ball on the 4-yard line with a first down, and they then they lost the game because the gun went off," [game organizer Lee] Wilson said prior to the game. "And I thought, ‘What a stupid way to run a ballgame.' "

Yes, we all agree on that. Michigan should always be given as much time as it needs to score game-winning touchdowns. You know what else football needs? A full-court press.

Inning football game ends in brawl [Oakland Press Sports; photo David Dalton]

We're tempted to go with Leon Smith, but we suspect he would have cracked up no matter when he went pro. The Angry T makes a compelling case for Korleone Young.

Drafted by Detroit, who had the theory "well if a high school kid thinks he's good enough to play in the NBA, he's probably right", Young played in 3 career NBA games. This was 1998 of course, amid the drafting of high school kids with talent, but because of all the talent to come around that time (Garnett, Bryant, McGrady, etc.), Young sticks out like a sore thumb. As of 2006, Korleone was still playing in Europe.

Something to keep in mind, as the meat market grinds on.

Stay As Long As You Can [The Angry T]

Roger Karr Jr.'s first wheels were a Chevy El Camino. In fact, he's driven nothing but Chevys ever since So it seemed only fitting that he named his first-born son after his favorite brand of car, with the name of his favorite NASCAR driver — Dale Earnhardt Jr. — thrown in for good measure. Chevy Dale Karr arrived at Brandon Regional Hospital on June 13.

The good news is that this kid is surely destined to snap from the taunting no later than second grade; while he's still too young to do any real damage.

Actually I'm a little more concerned about a baby born the next day at the same hospital ... named Alexavier Love Ledesma. Hey, I think we've found the next Harry Potter villain!

Parents Name Baby Chevy Dale Karr [Tampa Tribune]
Births [Tampa Tribune]

There are a few issues that concern us:

• 1. They insist on calling it a "glog." Seriously, that's what they call it. We are a "glogger." This sounds like a stagehand on a gay porn film.
• 2. They say we can say what we want. We're not sure we believe this. We can't curse, but we're not big into the expletives anyway, and they would rather us not imply that Phil Simms is gay, which is fine, because that's his son anyway. But still: We're not sure we believe them.
• 3. MJD. The Mighty MJD will be here all weekend and will be live-blogging the game for us. He is a much better live blogger than we are, and he will shame us, and not just because he can say dirty words.
• 4. General ethos. We prefer just doing our own thing over here and answering just to you. We worry about doing — gratis, but still — work for someone else who might be wearing cufflinks. For crying out loud, have you seen what CBS has done to Andy Rooney? He's actually 37 years old.
• 5. Glog. Seriously. "Glog."

But, well, we're gonna do it anyway, if just because we didn't have anything going on Super Bowl Sunday anyway. So if you want to come by and mock us for a few minutes before heading back over to MJD, feel free. It might be fun to see what we can get away with ... but probably not.

We Saw Chris Simms Make A Spinach Dip In A Loaf Of Sourdough Bread Once [Deadspin]