LBJ

Not the Lyndon, folks.

But he of the crab dribble. Or, I don't know, maybe it's the Crab Dribble. Either way, though, I figure I don't need a link here; either you already know about it or you don't care. And regardless, the Crab Dribble? Are you serious? And we're still talking about it? Debating whether it's a travel or not?

Come on, as Gob might say.

Meanwhile, Rodney Stuckey is on fire, the Pistons have won seven straight, and they play the Trail Blazers tonight. If I'm still up grading papers by halftime, I'll try to find a feed for the game and see what's happening.

Chicago - Detroit: Game Four

Okay, I didn't see the game. It was an unbelievable afternoon in Virginia -- one of those perfect, windy, sunny, 70-degree, spring days when there really is not a good enough reason to be inside.

But, I guess I didn't miss that much. At least, not much beyond Kirk Hinrich punching Flip Murray in the groin. See the video here: punch-that-clown.

Lots of crotch shots in the NBA this playoff season.

And, let's make that the last time that phrase pops up here.

Detroit - Chicago: Game Two

Another game, another rout. This one wasn't nearly as much fun to watch as game one, due mostly to the fact that play stopped on every other possession for a couple of free throws. I'm all for hard, working ball, but let me see movement for more than 45 seconds at a time.

That said, you know that cliche about how the game wasn't as close as the score might indicate? That applies here -- and the score wasn't even remotely close. The only thing that kept the score as close (if you can call 21 points close) as it came out was the number of free throws Chicago took.

And (damn him and his university-destroying sturm und whine), Webber had a ridiculous game. Ten of eleven shots?

And Prince was everywhere. Everywhere.

And how do you get to pros, get to the playoffs, play a major role in sweeping Miami, and then double-dribble? Mr. Gordon?

Chicago v. Miami - Quarter One

Three things currently working for me:

1. Shaq actually got called for his left arm. Twice.
2. A bottle of homebrewed Belgian Funkness.
3. Shaq actually got called for his left arm. Twice.

Game three is game three. It is what it is.

But, dang, Deng...

Los Pistones

Three and zero against Orlando. That's a good thing.

Five points in two seconds at the end of the first half, three of them while Chauncey was off-balance and falling out of bounds and all five of them meaning that Orlando went into halftime down by six instead of having almost pulled even. And that's a good thing.

And Rasheed managed to avoid getting ejected. And that's a good thing.

And Rasheed blocked the bajeezus out of a Turk shot in the third quarter. And gave him the verbal equivalent of the Mutumbo finger-wave. And that's a good thing.

And I know we're only in the first round, but so far not a single game has been reffed quite like game five of last year's finals. And that's a good thing.