Ah, a 48-minute highlight exhibition of high-flyers, merry dunksters, lethal long-range bombers, and points galore. That's what the customers want! Or at least have been conditioned to want. And that's what they're getting.

Fundamentals? Discipline? Aggressive defense? Dreadnaught pivotal scorers?

Fuggedaboudit!

The only acceptable bigs are guys like Dirk Nowitzki — who plays like an outsized wingman — and the exotic Yao Ming, who's basically a turn-around jump shooter.

All that counts in the Park Avenue penthouses is that the NBA is buffo both at the box office, as well as in the living rooms of Sports America.

Long live the revolution!