Lock Jahbs: Briefly

It is Sunday. We are napping to golf and some baseball, waiting for the Finals, when Fancypants hollers to say that he is busy with housework and needs us to let the viewing public know that his next-in-line, white-hot pick for the Finals is San Antonio -7. We like to “think” (read: hope) LeBron is good enough to take over tonight and win the game himself or that Mike Brown can get involved in a nonharmful kidnapping plot. But when reality rears it’s ugly head, as it does often during the painful sunlight that is Sunday afternoon, we realize that the Spurs are just flat out better.