I believe we've gained a new term in our collective sports vocabularies -- one that defines a beating so savage, so unilateral and so uncontested that its Armageddon-magnitude impact ripples throughout the universe and forces ESPN's LeBron-loving broadcast team out of its hyperbolic orbit.

The term, dear friends, is "bonus coverage."

Yes, we now have the broadcast equivalent of averting one's eyes at an accident scene ... of getting 86'd at the bar, rejected by the host body, left at the altar while your fiancee runs off with Dustin Hoffman in "The Graduate." Combined with the incredible ineptitude of the four teams competing feverishly for the 9th spot in the East, this is the kind of game that could contribute to the Pistons literally dying of boredom.