Tonight the puck finally drops as the NBA Championship begins.  The hypefest has been a runaway train on all the sports networks and media sites.  Let's get on with the Basketball.  I've had it with the preview shows and prognosticators.

While we remember and long for the days of "no easy layups," as seen in past Celtics/Lakers Finals, the NBA star system will protect the name brand players.  The only question is how tightly the officials will call the game and will the star treatment be equal at the charity stripe.

In Boston, the cameras will pan on past Celtic greats, and in Lala land we'll be forced to see Hollyweirdos in prime seats, vying for camera time.  We can't get enough of Jack!   If Spike shows, someone slap him.

What subject will the television media wear us out with first, Bill Walton's loyalty to Boston and his son, the great Red vs. Phil debate, or Kobe is as great as MJ?

What I do know is that His Royal Highness, Commissioner Stern, will be perched in his booster seat, quietly reveling at the pomp surrounding this Finals.  He'll smirk, yet barely smile knowing the ad revenue and overnight ratings will be huge.

Fans of the teams not in this Finals have to pick a team, like most of us do every year.  This year it's easy.  Just pick the team you hate and cheer against them from your couch, bar stool or cell block.

Beer?  Check!  Cheetos? Check!  Remote?  Toss it across the room!

As the great philosopher, Wayne said, "Game on!"