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I'd let Ron A finish the CD, then play it--and only it--at every intermission, time-out, and during half-time. At some point in time, say about game three or four, a critical mass of outrage will be achieved and the entire attending crowd, the dancing girls, the referees, the TV and radio crews, the mascots, and the two teams will rise as one, uh, critical mass and rend the Artist Formerly Known As Artest limb from limb, thus restoring the space-time continuum to the proper harmonious state.
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