Wednesdays Pistons v. Celts and Suns v. Mavs started off well with the Pistons knocking off the over-talked about Celtics, then ended with my hand throbbing because I am weak and stupid and punch things when my team loses even though I am the only one that gets destroyed.

SO, I don't even want to talk about how the Suns are totally inconsistent, and one moment when I am watching I am basking in how cute Grant Hill is and how much I love Brian Skinner's heinously wonderful orange-tipped goatee, and the next I am screaming at Boris Diaw to go eat another twinky as he bricks another and goes 2 for 2,938,483 2 for 9.

Also, Doc Rivers, D'Antoni, Avery Johnson and Shawn Marion wore the ESPN microphones, really contributing nothing to the game except my amusement that I could totally be a coach. So could Screamin' A. Smith. Seems like the players listened to the coaches about as much as anyone listens to Screamin' A.