<div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">Back in L.A., Mitchell, probably because he was getting a cold, had turned sour. At the morning shootaround, he declared that one of my questions was the "dumbest question he had ever heard." Ever. A few minutes after that, as I tried to take the battery out of my dying cellphone, he stopped, looked at me and said: "Wasn't that phone broken a couple of months ago Stumpy?" "Yeah," I replied. "I'm still trying to fix it." "You might be the dumbest guy on the face of the Earth," he said, walking away. That's debatable. I have brothers. Later that night -- after the big win against the Clippers -- Mitchell stopped at Chris Bosh's stall and noticed that his injured all-star was chowing down on a big taco. I happened to be standing there, wishing I had a big taco. "That's it, Chris," he said. "Keep eating. You gotta gain some weight." "Coach," the personable Bosh replied. "I am gaining weight. Too much. I'm getting fat." "You're not fat," Mitchell replied, walking over to me and pointing to my gut. "That's fat. Keep it in perspective." That's okay. Whenever Mitchell mentions his hometown of Columbus, Ga., I ask him if they have electricity yet. </div> http://torontosun.com/Sports/Columnists/Bu...27/3021131.html
<div class="quote_poster">Iggy Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">Wow, Smitch is an a-hole.</div> It's ok, at the end of this season only one of Mitchell and Buffery will have a job.
