If you followed the NBA in the mid-2000s, the mere mention of “Ron Artest” would likely evoke a very specific array of images—of anger and volatility, frustration and violence, a player out of control. A menace, even.
If your NBA fandom instead commenced in the early 2010s, the mere mention of the name “Metta World Peace” would conjure a much different portrait—of quiet intensity and steadiness, enthusiasm and warmth, a player who, true to his chosen surname, had found serenity. A role model, even.
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