DATELINE: Butt, butt, butt…
Tristan Thompson is in our hearts and minds lately. So, we may ask you if you are over the Hump.
The Boston Celtics now have signed their second Kardashian husband. Those fans of the Hump may well recall the time Kris Humphries played in Boston.
It’s not enough they have reached a new bottom line.’
When the Hump stepped on the court in his first few games, he was largely booed by the Celtic crowd, which puzzled coaches in Green. Then, someone told them to watch TV and read the tabs.
Oh, it dawned on them that they had just stepped into reality that is surreality. Tristan wants to know if there are good eateries near the Boston Garden. He is planning to feast on chicken.
Now, we have again a crack in the Celtics Under-armor.
Society has hit rock bottom when pro athletes now are being tossed out of games—and arrested—for going for the formerly acceptable cheeky assault.
Thompson, you may have forgotten, was hit with a butt-slapping penalty during a low-blow in his career.
We cannot recall when butt-touching originally went public in our sports arenas. It must be a carry-over from hauling ass around the gym. Once upon a time, it was considered a means of expressing male “affection.”
We are unsure if we have ever seen this activity in a gay bar, but we believe that it will now be forbidden even in the inner sanctums. Queer as Folk avoided such behaviors.
A pinch on the cheek used to be quite continental, but continence has reached a new plateau when it comes to below the belt buckles with knuckles.
Another Kardashian news tidbit: he will be coming to Bean-town with his wife. We predict they will love Boston as much as Giselle and Tom Brady who couldn’t escape fast enough before another winter hit.
A few years ago, Tristan Thompson was in town with the Cavs and shocked Celtic Jae Crowder with a tap to the butt. It nearly disencombobulated the Celtic. Love taps to the buttocks are reserved to close locker room pals.
Whether Thompson will be arrested for assaulting good taste again with a tap to the keester will be under the microscope when he reaches Boston.
In the meantime, ain’t we got fun?