LOS ANGELES -- So all the celebrities and the wannabes and the mere California common folk can stop dry-heaving for a day or two. Game 5 was over before the sun fell over the ocean, meaning Team Hollywood will not expire later this week in Oklahoma, incongruous as that imagery is. Turns out the best entertainment value Tuesday night was Hugh Hefner, sandwiched between two bimbos inside a Staples Center suite, laughing as he received pecks on the cheeks during the Kiss Cam segment. This on the same day when he paid almost a million bucks to help save the HOLLYWOOD sign from being devoured by urban sprawl. No jokes just yet, please, about Hef having more virility than the Lakers.
Yet we'd be foolish not to wonder, even if they go on to survive the Thunder, if they're capable of winning another NBA championship in seven weeks when a battered Kobe Bryant barely can get through a day. This is a man with a right knee that swells more than George Clooney's ego, limiting how high he can lift on simple jumpers. This is a man whose broken right index finger finally has healed, or so he says, but who still wears a splint on the digit because arthritis is in a joint. This is a man whose left ankle is in pain and who probably isn't telling us about numerous other aches. This is a man who is 31 on his driver's license but at least 35 in basketball years, having played more than 45,000 minutes over 14 seasons -- think about that -- when counting postseasons and the Olympics.
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