A while back, as a wide-eyed underclassman at Syracuse University, I walked around the local mall completely unaware of an entire art form.  A art form that, when put into practice, has a habit of destroying the victim's self-esteem, sense of self-worth, and generally results in a lot of post-event derision.  I was unaware of this art form.

Walking through the mall, I came across a hobby store.  You know the type of place I'm talking about.  The kind of spot that convinces you via the magic of nice framing that you need to spend 300 or 400 dollars on some random athlete's signature on a dirty base or jersey.  Anywho, there I am, walking around, minding my own business, when I see the picture above, framed, and signed by Hakim Warrick.  The inscription read as follows:

Hakim Warrick, The Texas Tea Bag

I was stunned.  

How had I never heard of this before?  What the hell was a tea bag?  Was it the same thing as a d-bag?  No, my friends would tell me later.  The distinction being that d-bag is a person, for instance that cop that gives you a ticket for doing 45 mph in a 40.  He or she is a d-bag.  A tea bag, no, that's an action.

What makes a tea bag?

1. Dunking on a player.
2. Jumping high.
3. Jumping high enough that the dunker's testicles are near the face of the defender.
4. Hanging on the rim or in the air long enough to give the impression that the testicles aren't just there for a fleeting second, a la the tea bag in a mug.

So, we fast-forward to another Syracuse event, this time earlier this year.  Syracuse in New Jersey to play (read:  beat) the Rutgers Scarlet Knights.  They would wind up doing so, in convincing fashion.  But, it wasn't made possible until something derisive happened.  Care to guess what it was?

 And here I was again, witness to a tea bag.  This time though, I knew what it was.  I shouted out, from the upper tier of the arena, "You just got tea bagged!"  I doubt anyone heard me.

Anyone else know any other great tea bag stories?