While we wait for the Raiders to figure out a way to screw this seventh pick up, let me note that I was at the Wizards-Cavaliers game last night at Verizon Center, and am still in shock (that the Wizards fell apart in the second half and in the final minutes) and awe (of LeBron James, who busted them for 41, including a move with just over five seconds left that proved not only his greatness, but his greatness in the eyes of the refs, who didn't call traveling, at the very least).

Speaking of the Raiders, among the "celebrities'' at the game was Warren Sapp, for some reason. You would think he'd be back in Oakland trying to save his job and prove he's not washed up. Also there, Usher (not a surprise, since he's a Cavs part-owner and who hosted a huge post-game party in D.C. after the game) and Hammer (what the ...?). I wanted to ask him what he thought about Barry Bonds, but one of my colleagues pretty much covered that last week.

Amazingly, though, in that playoff-charged atmosphere, starting at halftime the buzz running through the media was the Mario Williams deal with the Texans. Some of the reaction was of amazement that the Texans made that move and speculation why - and interpretation of exactly what was going on with Reggie Bush and the people extorting him and his family. And some of the reaction was ... so what? Can we not beat this non-event into the ground anymore?

Which, actually, was an excellent point, and the Mario Williams deal proved it. After all the analysis and prognostication and mock-drafting and rumor-mongering the past four months, a guy came out of nowhere and ended up signing before the draft. As recently as two hours before the Wizards tipoff, as I was pulling into a 6th Street parking garage, the talk on sports radio was about how the Texans were pulling a smokescreen with all this Williams garbage, and how nothing was going to get in the way of Bush going first. BZZZZZP! Wrong answer.

Oh, Raiders, seventh pick - Michael Huff, DB, Texas.