Dream matchu-

 Somewhere today a network executive is putting Nikola Jokic's picture on a dartboard.

Somewhere in the same building, another network exec wants Jamal Murray FIRED, immediately, before realizing Jamal Murray doesn't work for him. 

Somewhere else, also in the same building, yet another suit is kicking the air with his Bruno Maglis, shaking his fists, screaming something that comes out sounding like this: "GAAAAH!"

This is because the Denver Nuggets beat the Los Angeles Lakers again last night.

It means the Nuggets are going to the NBA Finals for the first time in franchise history.

It means there won't be the Dream Matchup, aka the Lakers vs. the Celtics, is now the Dream Matchu- DAMMIT!.

Instead, we're gonna get the Nuggets vs. the Heat.

Or so one would assume, now that Miami is about to sweep the C's out the door, just as the Nuggets swept LeBron and the Lakers. At least the suits caught that break; how much worse would the torture be if the Lakers and Celtics had drawn this out, teasing, teasing, oh, look it's gonna happen ...

And then lost in Game 7.

Nah, this is better, ripping that Band-Aid right off. Despite all the LeBron/Anthony Davis/Lakers chatter, the Nuggets were the better team and proved it every night. And even if the Celtics would somehow win Game 4 and keep the torture going for one more night, they're over like Atari. Because the Heat are better, too.

And so, there goes Celtics-Lakers. There goes LeBron and A.D. vs. the Lakers old, old nemesis, and promos featuring clips of Larry and Magic in the old Gah-den, and Russell and Wilt in the Fabulous Forum. There goes history, by God, and a Finals even the lowest mutt on the marketing staff could sell.

But you know what?

Nuggets-Heat is going to be a hell of a Finals.

Jimmy Butler vs. Jamal. The Joker vs. Bam Adebayo. 

Come on, boys and girls. You can sell this, right?