Dear Sasha Vujacic,

I’m sorry, dude, but I can’t stop watching the replay of Ray Allen strolling past you for a layup in the waning seconds of the game last night. You know, on a possession where your team absolutely positively had to get a stop?

I also can’t stop watching this video of you throwing a hissy fit and crying on the bench afterwards:

Nightmares are powerful things, Sasha. I’m pretty sure Ray Ray is going to feature prominently in yours for many years to come.

And here’s the most obvious prediction anyone will make today: you’re just about to play your last game[s] in a Lakers uniform. That is, of course, if Kobe doesn’t strangle you first or melt you with his MVP-caliber deathstare.

[mid-morning update: just read Simmons' column, which has perhaps my favorite lines from all the Finals coverage: "8:48: Just when I thought this couldn't get any better, they just cut to a replay of Vujacic punching a chair and fighting back tears on the bench. That wasn't just the best moment of the Celtics season, I think it was the best moment of my life."]

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