In a season where everyone is tired and worn out, Roy Hibbert went and dropped 30 points on the lowly Hornets. If that wasn’t enough, he snagged 13 rebounds and blocked 3 shots. Dr. Hibbert put on a clinic, but like the stingy ophthalmologist who is always cutting corneas, I wouldn’t expect great things from him every game.

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It went down sweetly, like an Italian opera or an Italian ice. Whichever best suits your personality. From out of nowhere, DeMarcus Cousins decided he was unhappy with the team’s direction. Makes sense. It’s been four games into a lockout-shortened season in which 75 percent of the league is still grossly out of shape, why wouldn’t a sophomore demand an immediate shot at a championship.

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In his mammoth tome, The Book of Basketball, a work I begrudgingly call both comprehensive and wholly entertaining, Bill Simmons shares the theory that 24 is the pivotal age for athletic shooting guards. He uses Jordan, Bryant, McGrady, Wade, a 25-year-old Iverson (lost five months as a high school senior sitting in a jail cell) and David Thompson as examples.

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