I found this a few days ago on Ball Don’t Lie, but finally found some time to write this up.

I was going to let this unusual news intentionally slip past my blog radar — you know, save new Minnesota center Jason Collins anymore embarrassment — but then I realized just how little was going on, and, more importantly, just how much my dad would enjoy it. So … sorry, Jason — family first.

Per Jerry Zgoda of the Minneapolis Star-Tribune:

New Timberwolves center Jason Collins probably will miss training camp and the regular season’s opening week after undergoing surgery in California on Monday to repair an elbow tendon.

Collins was injured in what a team spokesman called a “freak” golf-cart accident. He partially ruptured his triceps tendon after his golf cart skidded and tipped over.

And that’s that. Collins is expected to miss eight weeks. Doh!

But here’s what I want to know: Did Collins’ twin brother, Utah Jazz center Jarron, actually feel Jason’s pain at the time of the accident? Like, was Jarron chilling at home in California, sipping ice tea out on the porch, when all of a sudden a lightning bolt of pain shot through his arm?

And what about Brook and Robin Lopez? They’re twins, they went to Stanford — did they feel anything?

So many questions, man. So. Many. Questions. We need a CSI: Minnesota.

Normally, a person would think “How the hell do you flip a golf cart if you weren’t driving around like an idiot?”

Well… let me give you a bit of first hand experience from and event like this one, but worse. Earlier this year, I went golfing with a couple buddies and my cousins. Bad part, was that they brought their 12 yr old brother.

All day I had been yelling at him not to drive the golf cart cuz he was driving it like an idiot. So we get to the 16th tee, which is raised above the golf cart. You park your carts at the bottom, walk up some steps, and you can no longer see your cart. I had been playing like crap and shanking the ball everywhere.  Right after my swing, I hear other golfers laughing, which I figured was that my shot was THAT bad.

But… no. My 12 year old cousin had apparently driven off, went up a hill, and as he made a U-turn, freaked out, lost control of the cart, and dove out of it as the cart headed into a water hazard.

So in Collin’s defense… at least you aren’t as dumb as a 12 year old. Almost. But not quite. This does, though, beat out the stupidity of Vlad “Space Cadet” Radmanovic when he hurt himself snowboarding a while back.

Good luck being taken seriously, moron.

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