Damn. For the first time, LeBron disappoints . . .

Well, hell. That wasn't supposed to happen. All was well just a couple of weeks ago. I'd completely bought into the LeBron vs. Kobe hype and fully expected a Lakers-Cavs final. You did too, and don't say you didn't. I have one friend who told me this was going to happen and he lives 5-minutes from Amway Arena in Orlando. By the way, Amway Arena really sucks as an arena name, doesn't it? I liked it better when it was the Orlando Arena, or O-Rena. Naming rights sucks balls. But back to the point - we all fell for it hookshot, line and sinker.

In retrospect it's obvious what we were all ignoring. Mo Williams is not Scottie Pippin and Anderson Varejao sure as hell ain't Dennis Rodman. Aside from LeBron's "supporting cast" being rather lacking, there's another crucial point we were all forgetting - the playoffs are all about matchups. Sure, the regular season can show you're a good team, but the playoffs expose every weakness on your team. The Cavs simply couldn't match up with Orlando and had no answer for Hedo Turkoglu, Rashard Lewsis, and Dwight Howard. Hell, when Skip to My Lou drops 26 on you you know you're in trouble, kids.

T.O. arrives in Buffalo, city collectively wets itself.

O.K., so Terrell Owens arrived in Buffalo last night to begin his deliberate but inevitable process of destroying the team chemistry of the Bills along with the fragile psyche of team quarterback Trent Edwards.

Let's think about this. What do we know about T.O., I ask you? I mean for certain? I think we can all agree that, above all else, the man is an attention craver and a media whore. To T.O, a camera is like cocaine, and a microphone is akin to crack. So now, imagine you're Buffalo. What do you do to avoid the problems that have traveled with Owens from San Francisco to Philadelphia to Dallas? Oh, I don't know, I'm thinking that rather than feed the addict's addiction, I might try to keep everything on an even keel, on the downlow if you will. The last thing you want to do is throw gasoline on the fire, right?

Wrong.