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NBA Season Review: Time for Change.... Seriously.

Hey, you know what's popular right now? The National Basketball Association. After antagonizing basketball fans for five solid months (the lockout), barely avoiding a potential catastrophe (a nearly canceled season) and suffering a public relations semicatastrophe (the voided Chris Paul trade), the NBA weathered the storm, regrouped and delivered a uniquely entertaining first month. That's right, there's hope for you yet, Lana Del Rey.

The ratings support what we think we're seeing: ESPN's first 14 games averaged a 1.7 rating, rising a whopping 31 percent from last season's Christmas-to-now stretch. TNT's Christmas season opener (Knicks-Celtics) notched a 5.9, becoming the fourth-most-watched regular-season NBA game ever on cable. Meanwhile, TNT's NBA ratings are up 70 percent (with help from that Christmas game, but still), NBA TV's ratings are up 68 percent and an estimated 6.7 million people have uttered the words, "I can't understand Shaq."

Here's the weird part: The product itself hasn't been good. Blame the owners for this one: Instead of playing 60 games over 120 days (fairly reasonable), they crammed 66 games into those 120 days (unreasonable). Why do it that way? Hold on, I'll give you a second to think about it.

(Twiddling my thumbs.)

(Humming time.)

And … time!

The answer: Ummmm....DUH Money!!!

You were expecting another reason? Players were paid for six extra games, owners received three extra home games apiece, and fans were treated to a slew of, "We know you paid to see Derrick Rose tonight, but playing in his place, here's John Lucas III!!!!" moments because nicked-up players have no time to heal. Screw the fans, right? We're just in the way. Throw in a missing training camp (deadly for teams with new coaches or too many new players) and the lack of practice time and … I mean, how did these first five weeks have a chance?

Which teams struggled the most? Let's see … painfully untalented teams (Charlotte, Washington), rosters that experienced too much turnover (Sacramento, New Orleans), teams handpicked by Joe Dumars or Bryan Colangelo (Detroit, Toronto), teams brazenly gutting their roster for a 12.65 percent chance at Dwight Howard (New Jersey), and teams that sabotaged their rosters while refusing to do the dignified thing and trade their signature player even though he's a good guy and would rather sink with the Sarvertanic over selling out his teammates by asking out (Phoenix) all morphed into something between "an unequivocal mess" and a "first-class shitshow." Older contenders (Dallas, San Antonio, Boston) and top-heavy rosters (New York, the Lakers) struggled to get going, while young legs (Philly, Denver, Oklahoma City), roster depth (Indiana, Minnesota, Chicago) and even altitude (Utah, Denver again) mattered a little too much. I haven't decided whether this year's title winner will come with a permanent asterisk — like the 1999 Spurs, for example — but we could be headed that way.

"Hold on a second," you're saying. "This doesn't make sense. You're crapping on the same season that everyone seems to be enjoying … including you! Explain yourself."

The easy answer: We haven't had this much top-shelf talent and this many storylines in nearly 20 years (since the iconic 1992-93 season). Here, check this out …

1993: Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Hakeem Olajuwon, David Robinson, Karl Malone, Patrick Ewing (superstars); Scottie Pippen, John Stockton, Mark Price, Larry Johnson, Shaquille O'Neal (franchise guys); Tim Hardaway, Kevin Johnson, Drazen Petrovic, Chris Mullin, Dominique Wilkins (entertaining All-Stars); Joe Dumars, Dan Majerle, Reggie Lewis, Reggie Miller, Mitch Richmond, Danny Manning, Larry Nance, Derrick Coleman, Dennis Rodman, Brad Daugherty (All-Stars); Isiah Thomas, Clyde Drexler, James Worthy (tenured All-Stars); Kenny Anderson, Shawn Kemp (entertainment X-factors); Gary Payton, Latrell Sprewell, Christian Laettner, Tom Gugliotta, Dikembe Mutombo, Alonzo Mourning (up-and-comers); Horace Grant, Detlef Schrempf, Sean Elliott, Glen Rice, Terry Porter (have to be mentioned).

2012: LeBron James, Kevin Durant, Derrick Rose, Dwyane Wade, Dwight Howard, Dirk Nowitzki, Kobe Bryant (superstars); Chris Paul, Russell Westbrook, Carmelo Anthony, Kevin Love, LaMarcus Aldridge (franchise guys); Rajon Rondo, Blake Griffin, Steve Nash, Manu Ginobili (entertaining All-Stars); Tony Parker, Deron Williams, Paul Pierce, Rudy Gay, Chris Bosh, Zach Randolph, Marc Gasol, Pau Gasol, Amar'e Stoudemire, Andrew Bynum (All-Stars); Kevin Garnett, Tim Duncan (tenured All-Stars); Ricky Rubio, Kyrie Irving, Stephen Curry (entertainment X-factors); John Wall, Tyreke Evans, Ty Lawson, Eric Gordon, DeMarcus Cousins, Andrea Bargnani (up-and-comers); Kyle Lowry, Monta Ellis, Andre Iguodala, Josh Smith, Tyson Chandler (have to be mentioned).

Look, I'd still take the 42 signature names from 1993 over the 42 signature names from 2012. But it was closer than I expected, and the 2012 list skews younger and hungrier (a good omen for these next few seasons, especially with a monster draft class arriving in June). It's like anything else — throw enough talent at any problem and you won't notice the warts as much. We already witnessed dozens of games like the ones I attended on Wednesday and Thursday night, when the Clippers split hard-fought, overly physical and undeniably sloppy games against the Lakers (loss) and Grizzlies (win). Did I enjoy those games? Absolutely. Would you have called it "good" basketball? Hell, no. But each night, both teams fought off fatigue and slugged it out. They gave a crap. It was refreshing to watch.

That's the biggest reason why the 2011-12 NBA season managed to remain so compelling. You know what else helped? The league shut down for five months, made its staunchest supporters believe the season was getting canceled … and then, BOOM! Suddenly we were playing hoops again! The NBA crammed its entire signing period into four whirlwind (and genuinely fun) weeks, launched on Christmas (and owned that day like never before),then rolled out seven to 12 games night-after-night-after-night. I don't know anyone who loves the NBA and doesn't secretly (or openly) love this season. It's a quantity-over-quality thing — and remember, the NBA's regular season was never great, anyway. Like six months of halfhearted foreplay. Now? It's four months of furious, energy-sapping foreplay; we're just hoping everyone has enough left for the playoffs; and there's a dangerous edge because it could lead to real disaster. In other words, it's the Eyes Wide Shut sex party of regular seasons.

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Most Coaches aren't anything but FALSE LEADERS

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WHEN THE COLLAPSE COMES, rarely is it by an explosion, the final blow that provides both the end and the new beginning. More often, it happens by decay, the initial sign just a dime-size water stain on the ceiling. Only later, far too late, does the extent of the rot become clear.

The NCAA -- under assault from its college football programs that are bigger than it, fearful that its basketball programs will realize the same, facing its long-standing hypocrisy of generating billions at the expense of its athletes -- knows its empire is collapsing. Now the child sexual abuse scandals at Penn State and Syracuse have destroyed another previously impervious front: the myth of coach as great moral influence.

When it was time to make good on the promise of being character builders, of being leaders, two coaching legends, Joe Paterno and Jim Boeheim, could not have come up smaller. With an alleged sexual predator in his midst, Paterno appears to have done the bare minimum of his responsibility, alerting his superiors in 2002 and then presumably going back to game-plan for Purdue. According to an interview with The New York Times, Jerry Sandusky said Paterno never confronted him about allegations that he sexually abused children, even when the alleged offenses occurred in the Penn State locker room.

Two weeks after the Sandusky story broke, two former ball boys at Syracuse appeared on ESPN to accuse longtime Boeheim assistant Bernie Fine of sexually assaulting them. (A third accuser later came forward.) Boeheim showed no compassion or concern for the young people he ostensibly molds, instead revealing himself a bully. His first reaction was to accuse the alleged victims of lying and extortion, and then he seemingly framed the scandal as a potential "distraction," as if it were something to be tuned out in order to concentrate on the important business of, say, preparing to play Georgetown for the Big East championship.

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Not one of these millionaire motivators has stepped forward to offer more than token words to potential victims.

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In a universe where players show up for coffee and are gone by lunch, the coach is the only stable element the college game has, outside of the venerable universities themselves. He generously profits from his image as leader, through outsize salaries, sneaker deals and book and motivational tours. The image is a facade. Paterno and Boeheim are at the podium right now, but the other supposed leaders of young men -- Krzyzewski and Saban, Thompson and Miles, Williams and Calhoun -- have failed as well. Some offered heartfelt sympathy for the victims, but virtually all have run for cover while the rest of us confront the real message of the Penn State/Syracuse mess: Because coaches are given ultimate authority from parents ("Do what the coach says, son") and spend off-hours in private with children without supervision, sports can be as ripe a breeding ground for predators as the church or the Boy Scouts. Not one of these millionaire motivators has stepped forward to offer more than token words to potential victims. Not one proactive gesture to find out whether abuse is widespread, not one courageous act of real support, to tell children it isn't their fault, to bring them into the light, to lead.

To date, amid the great institutions of higher learning, only one voice has actually been worth listening to: that of Nebraska football coach Bo Pelini. No, he hasn't taken any meaningful actions, but while vouching for Paterno's character, he at least saw Penn State in its larger context. "To be honest, I didn't think the game should have been played," Pelini said last month, after his team beat the Nittany Lions in the wake of Paterno's firing. "The situation going on is bigger than football, bigger than the game just played."

Paterno, 85 years old and painfully disgraced, never quite grasped the message. Finally, but too late, Boeheim got it, spin-doctoring himself into decency at a recent news conference -- only after he was browbeaten into realizing this isn't about him.

Like the rest of the NCAA foundations that have proven to be fraudulent, there's no believing in the coach-as-guide ideal anymore. The lie of it has been exposed, the rot setting in, as the game's biggest, richest names run from perhaps the most damaging crisis in the history of college athletics, counting their money, staying quiet, nervously checking the headlines in the hopes that their program isn't next.