Maybe it’s the hair, or maybe it’s the endlessly entertaining Pat Summitt-baiting, but I am a fan of this guy. And the 47 seconds of last night’s NCAA Womens’ Final I was subconsciously lulled into watching did suggest hours and hours of fundamentally sound scoop-layup drills. You can almost sense David Stern stroking his chin mulling over a Bobby Riggs-style UConn/Sacramento Kings exhibition.