He rested, all right. Rested enough to find a club, get drunk and cause a big ol' ruckus.
Listen, I'm not here to say that people should be held back from having a good time. Drink with your friends. Go to a club. Enjoy yourself. There's no harm in any of that.
But to be an NBA player in your hometown doing a youth camp and raising money for life-skills and drug-awareness training for kids, to be arrested less than 24 hours after going to the hospital and being told to cool it, to blow off a charity game and a camp banquet to then go out to a club and get arrested, that is plain dumb.
Clearly, Perkins' altar boy status was gone long ago, but that's because of his on-court persona. He has never been a guy who's had run-ins with the law or gotten his name on the police blotter. His bad-boy image has been all about his style of play, and frankly, the Thunder is OK with that. This is a team that needs the grittiness and the nasty that Perkins brings to the court.
He can be a hothead.
But a knucklehead?
There has never been a time when Perk seemed like a goober. Truth be told, he's one of the more thoughtful, intelligent interviews on the team. He sees situations for what they are, then he tells it like it is.
I'm going to follow his lead.
Perk acted like a bonehead this weekend. The Thunder expect better from him. Ditto for Oklahoma City.