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Well, I wrote recently about my "college basketball hangover" and how I'd eventually start watching the NBA playoffs to help with the shakes - but three nights in a row last week games ended with buzzer-beater shots. They just might have my attention. Now, somebody play some fucking defense.

I'm in the midst of what I refer to as the "college basketball hangover". The tourney is done. We have crowned a champion. And now all that's left is the dreaded NBA. Eventually, some weeks from now, I will cave and watch a series (usually the conference finals) but not just yet. I'm still strong enough. Instead, let's look at some bloopers from this past season. You're welcome.

Every year around this time my college basketball hangover swells to it's peak and I'm desperate enough to watch a few NBA games. During the regular season I'm nowhere to be found but by the time the conference finals arrive I'm usually starved for competition and the players are actually playing some defense. Growing up in Indiana I saw scores of Pacer games. I watched Michael, Magic, Larry, Ewing, even Shaq as a rookie. So to see the Pacers in the hunt is nostalgic for me. Chances are I'll be tuning in tonight to see if they can take a 2 game lead over the villainous Heat. 

Before the NBA Playoff game between Oklahoma City and Houston last Wednesday, someone lost track of their child. The kid, who's trousers had dropped (for what I'm assuming was potty-related issues) wanders right into frame as the analysts blather on. Priceless.

J.R. Smith has certainly seen his share of ups and downs as an NBA player. But recently he felt the need to step into the vocal booth and tell us about it in song. The result? One of the most embarassing confessions ever put to tape. Good god this blows.

 *UPDATE:
My fact-checking wife discovered that this is NOT New York Knicks guard J.R. Smith but rather internet hack Milford Jerome on the mic. My apologies to Mr. Smith. Still, this blows.