As much as a human being can enjoy anything, I enjoyed the Lakers' dismantling the Spurs.  I think I like the Spurs losing more than I like my team winning.  I get shivers thinking about how wonderful it was.  Mmmm-MM!  This hatred is delicious. Try some. Here, have some of mine. I've got plenty.

Unfortunately, the downside to the Lakers' outstanding play--and it really is fun to watch, between the team's high-energy attack, quick ball movement, and Kobe's overarching excellence--is that we are now subjected to lingering crowd shots of the famous and pseudo-famous.  Hollywood stars!  They're just like us!  They like basketball, too!  They can afford impossible-to-obtain courtside seats worth thousands of dollars on a mere whim!

Amongst the elite in attendance (aside from ol' Jack, of course):  Denzel and Puffy/P. Diddy/Diddy/Puff Daddy/Cheeto Puff/-whatever incarnation of his name he's using these days.  Adam Sandler and Baron Davis -- apparently someone was owed a favor for endorsing You Don't Mess with the Zohan.  Cameron Diaz and...Antonio Banderas?  WTF?  I wonder if Shrek knows Fiona is knockin' Puss' boots.  Get it?  I digress...Dr. Dre, still wearing his khakis with a cuff and a crease with his jeans on and his team strong.  And Dopey Maguire, who could live comfortably for the rest of his life without ever working again because someone wanted Spider-Man to be an average-looking toolbag with a quivering voice.  Well fuck me for having a deep, raspy, manly voice.

GO LAKERS!