In Hoosiers, the best basketball movie ever and one of the 100 or so movies in my all-time top 10, one of the town leaders, George, played by veteran character actor Chelcie Ross (you probably also remember him as old man Harris in Major League and maybe as Dan Devine in Rudy), says to Gene Hackman’s Coach Norman Dale, “Look, mister, there’s… two kinds of dumb, uh… guy that gets naked and runs out in the snow and barks at the moon, and, uh, guy who does the same thing in my living room. First one don’t matter, the second one you’re kinda forced to deal with.”

Today, David Stern told Washington Wizards Mensa member Gilbert Arenas, “Get out of my living room.”

Indefinitely.

Words can’t describe how dumb Mr. Arenas has shown himself to be, not just by bringing firearms into the Wizards locker room — the Verizon Center is in D.C., with some of the nation’s toughest gun laws — and allegedly engaging in some gunplay over an unpaid gambling debt.  No, Arenas wasn’t satisfied, he took stupidity to new heights, offering teammates and fans a fun faux “shoot-em-up” with his fingers during pre-game.

Hilarious.

This afternoon Stern suspended Arenas.  What took so long?

His ridiculously scripted apology for the gun incident notwithstanding, it’s clear that Arenas is, like too many other athletes, living in a different world from you and me.  One in which he really thinks he can get away with anything, no matter what, and that it will all go away.  Jayson Williams, Tiger Woods, Michael Vick, move over, you’ve got company.