Not past five

ESPN has a poll this morning asking how many more games are left to the NBA Finals. Let me answer that question for you, "Not more than five." If you don't have a babysitter, get one. If you don't have a TIVO or DVR, get one. This is needed in case you attend church on Sunday evenings. If you don't live near a sports bar or own a big screen TV, find one or buy one.

On Sunday, Kobe Bryant is going to deliver a performance worthy of the NBA Finals MVP he will earn, an Oscar, Grammy, Emmy and a Tony award. This little odyssey began with the trading of Shaq, changing his number from 8 to 24, the subconscious anger felt by the public and the NBA anointing LaBron James, an unproven king by the way, its new face, the loss to the Pistons in '04, the loss to the Celtics in '08. Talk about getting your popcorn ready.

I'm not sure what to expect, but I promise it won't be pretty for the Magic. This beat down will be akin to waking up one morning and having great sex with your man, going off to work only to return home to an empty house and a Dear John letter indicating that your man wants a divorce. When the wife asks her man, why the divorce and why the great sex in the morning? He replies,” I got sick of the disrespect, and as far as the great sex, you'll never forget who I am--"The Man, the truth" (Kobe Bryant).