Paul Pierce: The Chameleon Crapper

Paul Pierce has squeezed every ounce of potential out of his career.  Not overly big, not overly fast, not overly defined, not overly quick, he has been able to make those guarding him who are stronger, faster or bigger look silly. Why? Because he finds a way. Within the Matrix of Basketball he is the embodiment of the term  Crafty.  We believe this crafty nature transcends to toilet time. He is good at reading variables, constantly analyzing. How much time, space and food he can eat,  dictates what kind of movement Pierce will make. One thing is for sure; he will make the most of the situation; small, odorless turds that barely need a wipe when guests are over, long foot long stench sticks when he has the time to sit for a good twenty.  Like a chameleon, his craps and his game adjust to the surroundings in an appropriate way.

On a side note I heard that when he got carried out on game one of the Finals in 2008 his leg was fine, he just really had to go two.  Like I said, crafty.  If this is the case it also could be said that  that poo was the most motivational turd in the history of sport.  When he came out of that locker room he was lighter on his feet and the Boston fans and his teammates knew the series was already theirs.

Checkmate Phill Jackson, Paul Pierces Poo was stronger than your mind.