Lance Stephenson is pure hilarity

I know who Lance Stephenson is. We all do, don't we?

Lance Stephenson is the fly that gets in your car and buzzes around your head and around your head and around your head until you get so pre-occupied with swatting it into oblivion, you drive off the road into a ditch. You then have to call a wrecker to come tow you out. And then, after it comes and tows you out, you get back in the car and discover the bleeping fly is STILL there, buzzing around your head and around your head and around your head.

That's who Lance Stephenson is.

Or, at least, that's who he is to LeBron James, the greatest basketball player on planet Earth but not capable, apparently, of being un-bothered by Lance's antics. Last night 'Bron and the Cavaliers held off the Pacers to win Game 4 and tie their first-round playoff series at two games apiece, as expected. But it was Lance Stephenson for whom you brought your popcorn.

(About the series, BTW: The rest of America seems to be shocked at how it's gone so far. Those who've been watching the Pacers all season, however, aren't shocked at all. In fact, it's been entirely predictable to date. And it will continue to be entirely predictable. Pacers in six, Cavs in seven.)

Anyway ... back to Lance Stephenson, who's obviously become LeBron's LePest.

Last night in the fourth quarter, with the game in the balance, he got in LeBron's personal space as he walked back to the Cavs' bench, getting really, really close to him and just, you know, being there. It was a total grade-school move (as LeBron later acknowledged) that was all the more amusing for being so.

Eventually, LeBron turned and shoved him, which is exactly what Stephenson wanted him to do. Whistle. Technical foul on LeBron.

Heh-heh-heh.

Now, you'd think the greatest basketball player on planet Earth would be smart enough (or tough enough) not to be baited into a technical by the likes of Lance Stephenson, especially when he's using such a completely transparent tactic. But for some reason, the greatest basketball player on planet Earth is neither smart nor tough enough. Lance Stephenson gets under LeBron's skin. He does. And the delicious part of that?

Stephenson knows he gets under LeBron's skin. Which is why he keeps doing the stuff he does.

You see this in hockey all the time, where some chippy little jackwagon -- and it's almost always a little jackwagon -- buzzes around the other team's star players until they take a whack at him and wind up in the penalty box. It happens so often, in fact, it's kind of surprising there isn't actually a hockey position called Chippy Little Jackwagon.

That's who Lance Stephenson is. He's juvenile. He's annoyingly obvious. And, unless you're a Cleveland fan, he's also hilarious, at least in the Blob's opinion.

I guess that means the Blob is kinda juvenile itself. Duh.