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On May 27, 2008, somewhere around 9:00 p.m., I was where I can usually be found in the evening that time of year: camped out blissfully in front of the television, sunk deep into the overstuffed couch, savoring my first true love: hoops. NBA playoff basketball, in this case, but not just any game. The tested, veteran, savvy champs—the San Antonio Spurs— versus the flashy, upstart, “showtime” comers, the Los Angelle Lakers. Western Conference finals. Game four. Lakers up two games to one and...

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