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Keeping everything in one sentence or less.

Less is more for today’s entry because it is almost midnight and if I’m this drained watching the San Antonio Spurs taking on the New Orleans Hornets, imagine how tired the players must be.

Be that as it may, we are going to move right along and discuss (more like me drawling on and on while everyone else reads) the intensity that is the 2nd round so far.

Far cry from last year’s drumming/sweep/beatdown at the hands of the Detroit Pistons, the Orlando Magic rebounded back strong in taking game three from the Pistons.

Pistons PG down, Chauncey Billup’s injury early in game 3 serves as more of a possible impact/catalyst for the rest of the series rather than that game itself as the Magic’s backs-against-the-wall-mentality-early-energy and-domination may have already predetermined the win.

Win is all Kobe Bryant’s known his whole career in the NBA, and last night he finally received the highest individual honor for a professional player in a given season garnering his first MVP award and proceeding to dispose of the Utah Jazz in Los Angeles.

Los Angeles meanwhile is tearing through the playoffs reminiscent of past dominant campaigns when Derek Fisher was running along side Bryant with Phil Jackson on the sidelines and Shaquille O’Neal commanding the paint (OK maybe just 2 out of 3).

Paint me skeptical but the Boston Celtic’s manhandling of LeBron James just shows that as special as James is as an individual player (without help), he will not get many championship rings without a true sidekick and more reliable jumpshots.

Jumpshots, dunks, teardrops, hooks, threes, and layups, whatever you decide to take from Bryant he can kill you another way; whereas with James (at this point in his career), if you take away the lane his midrange game will not maim you.

You can bet  your weird uncle’s spandex collection that Boston may leave this series in 5 or even 4 games if James does not get more help.

Help me pick out a good antacid because the series between the Hornets and the Spurs (who finally won one tonight) is giving me that churning feeling in my stomach and depressurizing my lower airlock (maybe it’s the sushi I ate at the local dollar store) .

Airlock, I don’t know how to start a sentence relevant to the NBA with that word, so I am resetting with some random word such as Manuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Manu Ginobili along with Tony Parker stemmed the tide that was the wave of Hornets badasses to roll through the Western Conference.

Conference newcomers Chris Paul and David West have impressed early on with their superb play, true shots that cannot miss, and their overall attitude have shocked the defending champions.

Champions of last season they are (when did I start typing like Yoda), the Spurs still have a long ways to go and even though the odds are stacked against them and even though they probably will still lose (expended too much energy playing the Suns and even more against the Hornets), San Antonio will not quit.

Quit yelling at me Stephen A. Smith (ESPN “analyst”), my television’s volume is only at 5, and you’re still waking the neighbors.