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 any 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!

So, here we are.  Denzel and Puffy.  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?  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 douchebag with a quivering voice.  Fuck me.  

Oh, and the pock-marked villain from Grease was there, too.  I wonder which Spur he blew to get ourtside.