Watching the NBA today is pretty painful. An evening generally begins with the NBA TV program, “The Starters.” Where the hell these guys came from, God only knows. When the games begin, we have children playing with children, referees scared to death to make a call and TV analysts talking about things they never did as players themselves. Then, if we’re lucky, after the game, we get to listen to Gregg Popovich, the NBA’s anointed icon, act like a total asshole. His growly guru schtick – way, way past its sell-by date — should be embarrassing to the San Antonio franchise and to the league.