It seems that Pollard's flight was delayed because of the weight of his championship ring that he earned by sitting on the bench while the other Celtics won the NBA title. Miller calls him out on his lateness, then goes totally off the rails when she learns that their bosses told Pollard he could delay his flight until game day. It really is a beautiful meltdown because it involves a classic comedy dilemma—a smart person desperately trying to get a dumb guy to realize how dumb he is, to no avail. It's even better because Pollard continues to goad Miller even though he's clearly in the wrong. (At one point, he even tries to bring Wilt Chamberlain into the argument, as if the fact that they both went to Kansas had anything to do with anything.) At the end, he challenges Miller to a game of one-on-one that he would most likely lose when he trips over his own shoelaces.

Imagine someone who actually has a plaque in the Hall of Fame being lectured about winning by some dope with a career average of 4.4 points per game, add in a lifetime of blatant sexism, and you can see Miller's struggle to keep her head from literally exploding. Wikipedia, baby!

Cheryl Miller vs Scot Pollard, NBA TV [NESW Sports]
Scot Pollard Disses Cheryl And Wants To Play Her One-on-One [From The Baseline]

The best-slash-worst part of the photo is the fact that pretty much every personality type in Boston is represented here. It's like the cover of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, but worse. There's the angry old man who should probably be hanging out with people his own age. And there's the young shaved-head party guy. And the late-30s red-faced party guy. The tattooed party guy. The quasi-hipster party guy. The blond party girl. The brunette party girl. The other blond party girl. They're all here. Every texture and flavor of the Boston area is covered in full.

And all the while, there's drug-promoter and all-around goofball Pollard, the Steven St. Croix of the NBA if you will, watching over the proceedings like the King of Douche Court. Somebody sign this guy already.

Hey, here’s a charming picture from the Celtics ring ceremony on Tuesday night. On the left is current Celtic, drug-doer, and student of the Norv Turner Institute Of Skin Care, Scot Pollard. Scot is flashing his championship ring, because the Celts certainly couldn’t have won a title without the three amazing minutes he contributed. On the right is every Boston fan I’ve ever met in my life. Drunk? Check. Unnecessarily hostile? Check. Thinning hair? Oh, yes. Why, even his blog entry is pure Boston.

BEAT THAT.

Sorry I haven’t posted these until now, but good god, did we get tits-up drunk last night at the banner-raising/season opener… And yes, I lost it when they showed PP up on the Jumbo crying. I bawled like a freakin’ baby. World Champs, son!

Back to my checklist:

Bragging about title? Check.

Bragging about level of drunkenness for the evening? Check.

Unearned sentimental moment where I’m supposed to give a shit but don’t? Check.

Odds of that ring being used as a weapon to break skin in a bar fight? 100% Jesus, these people can’t even be happy without being complete dicks. Take notes, Philly fans!

Nobody has ever confused Cavaliers center Scot Pollard with Nancy Reagan. And the former first lady, famous for her anti-drug message, would not have been amused had she seen Pollard look into the camera during Sunday's telecast of the Cavs' game against the Indiana Pacers and say, "Hey kids, do drugs."

First off, he kind of looks like Nancy Reagan in that picture. Pollard, for his part, has apologized for the remark, but we know he really meant it, and that the Cleveland Cavaliers would like their young fans to shoot heroin. The truth, sometimes, slips out.

Cavs Apologize For Pollard's Drug Joke [Cleveland Plain-Dealer]

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