It’s the NBA Playoffs. Tempers flare. Players are already exhausted from an intense and accelerated season; they’re going to lose their cool.
So far we’ve seen Dirk Nowitzki and Kendrick Perkins go at it, Tyson Chandler throw a healthy backscreen on LeBron and Rajon Rondo chest-bump a referee. But from my own, personal experience with inanimate objects, they generally win the battle against skin and bone.
Enter Amare Stoudemire.