I hope that I live to see the day when we can sign consent forms and tap into an on-field or on-court audio feed of sports events. That the trash-talking in NBA games is being lost to posterity is surely one of the great linguistic deprivations of all time. Who wouldn't want to hear the feed from a shotgun mic pointed at always-angry-man Latrell Sprewell as he showers his opponents and unseen demons with a litany of f-bombs, pounding his chest with one fist like a territorial gorilla?