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!"

This game was ugly.

Rosie Odonnell ugly,                           

Hillary in a ballcap ugly,                     

Tampa Bay Orange ugly,                  

Rosie Odonnell ugly, she gets two!  

The Spurs shot 41% and were out stunk by the Cavs, who shot 37% from the field.

The halftime score was 40-38, Spurs.  From there, it went down hill.

The 3rd Quarter featured a whopping 27 points and was appropriately sponsored by Acme Brick.

With four minutes remaining in the 3rd Quarter I was forced to put on a cup to avoid being hurt.    (Lisa, this is not a gas mask.)

In the end, the Spurs prevailed by surviving the 4th quarter, after building a 10 point lead.

Down 3-0, the Cavs have a greater chance of winning this series than Ana Nicole's 89 year-old groom had of consumating his marriage on his wedding night.

   Stick a fork in the Cavs, they're done!

  The real tragedy is that by failing to score 100, the Cavs deprived their fans of dinner.  Chalupa! Chalupa!

PETA called off its protest since no nets or rims were harmed during this game.