Where's Red Klotz When You Need Him?

Drubbing. That's the word to describe last night's Celtics rout of the Lakers to win the NBA Finals.

I'm not sure at what point it got out of control, but by the fourth quarter, it was ridiculous. The Celtics were draining threes from everywhere, while the Lakers looked like they were running through molasses.

Boston did get a little over-confident towards the end. It's one thing to execute underhand alley-oop reverse dunks like you're showing off on the playground. It's another thing to start cutting down the nets while there are still four minutes to go on the clock (the Lakers were playing so poorly, they couldn't even maneuver around the ladder under the rim!).

The Lakers should have switched to the Harlem Globetrotters offense. Run the weave. Take half-court hook shots. The old un-inflated ball trick. A bucket of confetti. Anything to spice things up and keep it interesting.

Either that, or change your name to the Washington Generals.