Turner is a player who is not quite what most modern NBA teams are looking for. He can’t really shoot the three. He loves a good mid-range jumper, the inefficient shot that is that antithesis of all that is NBA gospel right now. And yet that weird mid-range game he loves so well was devastating for the Warriors. The Celtics kept working the ball around, forcing switches until Turner had someone he felt comfortable posting up. He finished 8-13 from the field for 21 points, and tacked on 5 assists and 5 rebounds.
The parakeet/ear-medication joke utilizes other comic rhetorical devices Freud wrote about in “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” such as hyperbole (describing this mildest of actions in noisy capital letters) and incongruence (beyond the party/pet discordance, it isn’t even a pet that might be conducive to fun, like a rambunctious Labrador, but a caged, ailing bird), not to mention subverting taboo (in lieu of drunken revelry, responsible pet care). These first two strategies — exaggeration and antithesis — account for most joke constructions, alongside humanity’s enduring fondness for risqué material.
Now that we have a premise and a form, the piece then requires a narrative that, like any good story, has a beginning, middle and end. In Jim Stallard’s (McSweeney’s), we hear a kaleidoscopic chronicling of the lives of the rude and polite duo from Highlights, the children’s magazine.