It wasn't a beautiful thing.

Not even close.

In fact, it was so ugly, it would have scared the mud off a shovel.

It would have shattered a mirror.

It wasn't ugly. It was ooooogly.

Perfect.

Playoff basketball as it was meant to be played and dressed and coifed and made up and seen.

Shaggy, sweaty, musty, grubby, gritty, and downright gross.

If the Kings thought Saturday's Game 1 was a stinking heap, this was nothing short of intolerable.