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NEW YORK — Full committees of NBA owners and players met Tuesday with a hint of progress on the economic split but no signs of compromise on the hard salary cap owners are trying to impose.

After five hours — most of it spent with each side symbolically huddled amongst themselves, apropos of their deeply entrenched bargaining stances — National Basketball Players Association executive director Billy Hunter and president Derek Fisher warned that it appears the season will not start on time. Hunter said he has advised players that they “may have to sit out half the season before we get a deal.”

“We can’t come out of here thinking that training camps and preseason are going to start on time,” Fisher said.

via NBA talks at stalemate, start of season imperiled – CBSSports.com.

That’s the dagger, ladies and gentlemen. After a week of optimism, the Wicked Witch of hope is dead. The munchkins of the lockout are rejoicing. By my calculations and Billy Hunter’s estimate of a half-season lost, the most die-hard among us (no, not you, Bruce Willis) are looking at 29,520 minutes of game time taken away.* That’s 492 hours. I don’t know how many days that is – I’m not a wizard – but I know that filling the gap is going to be an on-going struggle, an uphill battle of Sisyphean proportions. Fortunately, I’m here to offer a handful of activities to help while away the time.

*Commercials not included. In these incredibly difficult times, I suggest you still use commercials in your day-to-day lives. Do nothing for more than 12 minutes at a time. Make liberal use of the television timeout. Most importantly, never prepare a sandwich or other ready-made food unless you are explicitly within the friendly confines of a commercial break. You’ll thank me once the league returns.

  • Volunteer to coach a Boys & Girls Club youth basketball team

Wit the owners and players setting a bad example for the children, you can show them that basketball isn’t just a modern 3-ring circus. It’s also a great game to play and teaches them lifelong lessons about discipline, teamwork, and blaming the people in charge of enforcing the rules for everything that doesn’t go your way. Most B&GC leagues operate with four 8-minute quarters, so you’ll only need to coach 922 games (plus an additional half, which you’ll probably cover with a few overtime sessions) to make productive use of this lockout. If you’re even more motivated to help the youth of America, you can hold two practices each week – an hour apiece. Then your services will only be necessary for 194 weeks (or just shy of 4 years) before you’ve taken back what was once yours! It’s what LeBron would want.

  • Become 5% of an expert

By every indication I got from the people I cheated off of to get through college, being smart is really hard. Malcolm Gladwell famously stated that being an expert in a given field requires 10,000 hours of intense study or practice – and it has to be the right kind of practice. An orangutan cannot become an expert on the guitar, even if you allow him 10,000 hours of practice and dress him up to look like Jimi Hendrix. He simply lacks the necessary funk in his soul and the mental ability to appreciate the pentatonic scale.*

*Lemur monkeys are better suited for these purposes, but be sure to keep them away from housecats, as they are susceptible to toxoplasmosis.

Fortunately, you now have almost a full 1/20th of the time necessary to look everyone else in the eye and say, “No, trust me. I am an expert,” so pick a subject and get to it! Have you ever wanted to be able to maintain your own vehicle and save yourself money? You probably don’t have the dedication to learn that much, so why not take this opportunity to become the most proficient air-conditioning vent operator on your block? Your children will thank you. Admire Shakespeare but bemoan the fact that the dude wrote so darn much? Pick a sonnet and earn renown as the world’s leading authority on any single couplet. Now you don’t just speak English – you are the English master! And it’s all thanks to the lockout and your well-earned free time!

Coincidentally, you’ll be able to watch them sixteen times in your 29,520 NBA-free minutes. With a remainder of seven viewings of Eddie. It’s like your own NBA Playoffs, with Whoopi Goldberg as the Finals!

If none of these ideas appeal to you, don’t fret. You have plenty of time to figure out your own NBAlternatives. Feel free to share your best suggestions; if the negotiations stay this productive, we’ll have another 29,520 minutes to spare.

Sinking Deeper Every Day: 70+ Things This Lockout Will Withhold

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Saturday evening. Roughly 5:15 p.m. EST. I am sitting in a coffeeshop watching choppy Ustream of the Drew League games in LA when 36 year-old Joe Smith shows he can still get up and throw down. Immediately, I get a gchat message from @outsidethenba: “If that was an NBA game there’d be all sorts of age jokes on Twitter.”

<Insert sad face here>.

I miss the NBA. I know it’s still the offseason and we haven’t missed any games and things really aren’t that different…yet. I know these things. I know that the NFL sorted things out. I know that there are lots of people who are enjoying the break from the hustle and bustle of the season. I know that bodies need to rest and batteries need to be recharged. I know. It doesn’t change the fact that I miss it.

It’s been 111 days since I’ve been in an NBA arena to cover an NBA game. You’re lucky I appreciate you all or I’d list 111 things I’m longing for.

That’s 111 days since I’ve heard the high-pitched squeal of shoes squeaking on hardwood, or the slap of a foul committed in the post or the shrill pitch of a referee’s whistle refusing to be silenced by the drone of a crowd that disagrees with the call.

I’m itching. Antsy. Beyond ready.

And I know I’m going to have to wait. I’m going to have to wait to see Kenneth Faried make Denver fall in love with him, followed by fans everywhere. I’m going to have to wait to see Kemba Walker and Bismack Biyombo make me tune in to every single Bobcats game. To watch DeMar DeRozan’s first 40-point game and to hear Mark Jackson mic’d up in the huddle, to see if he says “hand down, man down” and to watch the reaction of his players when it does inevitably slip out.

I’m going to have to wait to see how Kobe’s knees are feeling after a summer of rest and alternative treatment. To hear KG say dirty words that make people angry. To watch DeJuan Blair continue to amaze, impress and inspire those of us with our ACL’s still intact. To get frustrated with DeMarcus Cousins when he gives people extra ammunition to use against him and to be elated when he drops a 25-point, 13-rebound, seven-assist night.

I want to watch John Wall and JaVale McGee. I want to be relieved that McGee left planking behind in the depths of lockout hell. I want to see Brandon Jennings put on a dizzying show and then flip the channel and see Russell Westbrook playing his game, yeah, the one that often causes him to be compared to television villains because people forget how much he’s still got left to learn.

I want my Twitter to be blowing up with silly hashtags for each and every Blake dunk. I want to see Blake dunk. Over cars, over Mozgovs, over everything.

I want to be able to tweet “all blocks everything” while delighting in the joy that Serge Ibaka brings. I want to see James Harden’s beard and Kevin Durant’s backpack. I want to watch Durant drop 60…On NBA defenders. I want to watch Eric Maynor nail buzzer beaters from half court and know Zach Harper is freaking out with me.

I want to watch Tristan Thompson in Cleveland and Cory Joseph in San Antonio and then I want to enjoy watching each of them experience their hometown debuts against the Raptors in Toronto.

I want Tristan to give Kemba a run for his money when we’re talking about best-dressed rookies.

I want to see Paul George take another big step forward. I want to see Lance Stephenson take the first step. I want to see Jeff Foster get hyped and Tyler Hansbrough get offensive rebounds.

I want to see Steve Nash be Steve Nash. I want to see if Raymond Felton is in shape. I want to see Jrue Holiday and Lou Williams and Andre Iguodala make Doug Collins give super long, over the top compliments in his postgame pressers. I want to see a sophomore Ekpe Udoh. A veteran Raja Bell. A healthy Brandon Roy.

I want to see Udonis Haslem playing without ‘rows. I want to be instantly put at ease when I hear Hubie’s voice emitting from the television set. I want to tense up when I wait nervously on Thursday night to see if I’m going to be stuck with Reggie Miller’s. I want to see Shaq on TNT.

I want to get excited for Kyrie’s first double-double, emotional for the championship ring presentation and proud for Mark Cuban and Dirk Nowitzki, still smiling after this stupid wait that is keeping them from their banner. I want to see Mike Brown in LA, Dwane Casey in Toronto, Lawrence Frank in Detroit.

I want to extend my best wishes to Frank in Detroit. As much as I miss the game, that roster still makes my head hurt.

I want to see Chris Paul. Remember the playoffs? Yeah, you do. God, do I ever want to watch Chris Paul play basketball. Give me Aaron Gray and Jason Smith and Chris Paul. He’ll make it work.

I want to see Ricky Rubio.

I want to see Jonny Flynn in Houston (where he is hopefully playing well).

I want to see Dwight dominate and I want to hear us debate how good he could he if he would just <insert suggestion here>. I want to see if he stays in Orlando. I want to see Melo and Amar’e continue to get comfortable in New York. I want to see Derrick Rose continue to make Brenda Rose proud and the rest of us speechless. I want to see Jeff Teague get buckets, Jamal Crawford rack up 4-point plays, Xavier Henry get burn and I want to talk with OJ Mayo because he rewards good questions with great answers even if the team bus is leaving in five minutes.

I want to see Tony Allen go Tony Allen and play defense with his hands behind his back. I want to see Doc Rivers coaching his team. I really want to watch Rajon Rondo continue to prove why he’s an iron man and to show why he is my favorite player to watch (minus the free throws).

I want to watch Rajon Rondo shoot free throws and Shawn Marion shoot jumpers and Jose Calderon play defense. That is where we are right now.

I want it all. I don’t want to wait. I think it’s foolish that we’re on the verge of losing actual games because people can’t sort this stuff out. It depresses me. It frustrates and infuriates me. When you’ve got a good thing, don’t let it slip away. NBA, you’re coming off an incredible season and I haven’t even mentioned the boys of Miami yet. Don’t mess this up. Don’t push us away. Don’t play dumb. Play games. Please. Soon. On schedule.

In the meantime, I’ll be Ustreaming and Youtubing my life away, watching skinny, shirtless boys singing songs about Brandon Jennings and his money. Please, give me more than that. I promise I’ll give you back my full attention.

Before my internet bill is through the roof because I’ve streamed too many streetball/euroleague/national team friendly matches, before we lose Nate Robinson to the NFL, before you lose me to the dark side, let’s figure this out.

It’s been 111 days. Please, don’t make me endure 111+ more.