Incessant dunks and an offensive orgy – what’s not to love about millionaires effectively playing creative streetball? We love the NBA All-Star game, and there’s no question that aesthetically, it destroys the MLB All-Star game and the Pro Bowl (except for  last night’s jerseys). Sure, Allen Iverson was beyond sloppy, and Dirk was horrendous, but three positive themes seemed to emerge last night:

* Chris Paul’s “official” NBA baptism
* LeBron James re-establishing himself as the best player in the NBA
* Brandon Roy, welcome to the league

Paul and Roy have yet to make their playoff debuts, and because so few people pay attention to the NBA regular-season (except for those that read Ballin’), if you’re not a post-season presence, you’re off the map. Although Doug Collins compared Paul to Isiah Thomas, why not Allen Iverson? AI, who is probably at the 3 p.m. mark on his NBA career, was a turnover machine in the first half, and the team rallied behind Paul in the fourth quarter. Roy, who should have been taking all of the shots that Dirk was bricking, seemed effortless in everything that he did, and that’s why we’re salivating over the Roy-Oden combo next year.

Other musings from our sofa (we’ll do a dunk contest post later):

* Dirk was awful, and looked like he would have rather been drinking with Steve Nash
* The All-Star game is no place for Yao, really
* Anyone else think once Amare dunked on Dwight Howard (Albert’s call: “Oh, and a facial on Dwight Howard), Superman kind of … disappeared?
* Ray Allen – no words necessary
* LeBron is still only twenty-frickin’-three, and maybe if we squeeze it in here, nobody will see it and get angry: Better than Jordan at this age