TheTeaBagging Series: Tyler Hansbrough Summits Kenny George

I don't care who you are or who you claim to be, if you like basketball there is no finer play in the game than when one player unleashes savage dunk upon another. There are many ways to describe it: "posterizing," Marv Albert's "serves up a facial," "getting banged on" or, my personal preference, "getting pooped on" (because actually getting pooped upon is the only thing as equally degrading as having someone dunk on you). We shall use Teabagging for the namesake of this series, mainly because the pic below is my favorite dunk of all time and it shall be honored thusly.

That symbolizes all that is right with the world.

But no matter what you call it, there is generally one reaction to watching this happen live. Extreme jubilation, inaudible screeches, not unlike the noise Gus Johnson frequently makes in moments of high intensity, and some kind of involuntary burst of aerobic exultation, similar to how Elaine dances in Seinfeld.

You would think with the athleticism in the NBA, it would produce far more feces platters than the college ranks but I think the numbers are probably similar. After all, there are far more games per night and far more pipsqueaks, walk-ons and stiffs for which to be helmetized. Plus with the arcane charging rules in college, you have a lot of players trying to take an offensive foul right under the basket and end up losing their girlfriends.

Previously: Russell Westbrook giving Jamal Boykin a groin sandwich.

The Westbrook dunk was just a couple days ago and now this? The teabagging is coming hot and heavy! ...Hmmm, OK, let me start over.

Man! That was some kind of dunk by Tyler Hansbrough last night!

Seriously, Hansbrough is a nice player and all, but to see him jump over a stapler is pretty surprising, let alone dunking on a 7-7 dude, even if said 7-7 dude is essentially a lamppost. As for George (which is eerily close to Gheorghe), who was the definition of a project center when he came to college, he has improved mightily in three years (12 points, 9.4 rebs and 5.4 near goaltends, er, blocks per game) for an Asheville team that is a Big South contender, enough to warrant a nice little New York Times feature yesterday. It's a well-done feature, focusing a lot on the ridiculous, at times frustrating, life of a 7-7 college student (kegstands an impossible dream, sorority threesomes a risk of homicide).

But, unfortunately for George, this dunk may just be a sign of things to come. Someone is going to draft this monster in the second round of the draft and be convinced they can turn him into a serviceable player. And like Shawn Bradley, Rik Smits and Muresan before him, he's going to find that players in the NBA are much more athletic and willing to climb him as a means to attacking the rim than even Psycho T. Plus in the NBA, when you play 82 games, get paid millions and many of the teams have no chance of winning, there is a point in the season where all you have left to play for is adding names to the Who I've Dunked On List (I'm looking at you Josh Smith). George will be like an ancient talisman that players around the league will search for far and wide and those who missed out on the Poster ATM that was Shawn Bradley, will find a newfound enthusiasm with the introduction of a fresh target. Dunking on him will be like entering a secret society, of which Tyler Hansbrough is the inexplicable leader.

Because SportsCenter sucks and many dunks go unnoticed by the masses, please feel free to link any YouTube clips I might have missed in the comments section.