The NBA final ended tonight. Finally. At last I wasn't stuck in purgatory hoping for a bad case of food poisoning to overtake both finalists. Not only didn't I have a horse in the race, I had to choose between a thuggish bunch of Celtics and the whiners from the La La Land led by The West Coast Smirk. If ever there was a series I hated to see anybody win, this was it.
Sure, watching Derek Fisher and Lamar Odom win was okay and I could have lived with Ray Allen and Doc Rivers winning too. But Bryant? Artest? Pierce, Wallace, Robinson or (lately, the brutish and whining) Garnett? It's over.
Bring on the draft.