An Opinion Formed in Twenty-Four Seconds:

Scene: Our Living Room, Friday night. TV is showing the Celtics playing in Cleveland. Husband watching with great interest. I'm doing needlework and checking in to the background noise periodically (i.e., was that a fan in the crowd screaming, or do I need to check on the kids?)

In between stitches...

Me: Honey, is LeBron James the next Shaq?

Him: [starting to decipher my question...]

Me: As in, am I going to hate his guts on principle, regardless of his skill set, because the commentators all sound like they want to fellate him?

Him: Yes.

Me: Okay, thanks Honey.

Well that was easy.