These basketball playoffs are killing me.

Last night the Cleveland Cavaliers managed to eek out a second win over the Indiana Pacers. It was frustrating, to say the least, even though it was a win. By the time the thing was over at almost midnight I was really fired up.

That is why I could not go to sleep until 3:30 in the morning and had to get up and play card games on the computer. It is not a good way to start the week.

The Man of the House can testify to that since my first greeting of the morning, when I dragged out at 8:30 a.m. – two hours before I really wanted to get up — was to snarl at him. The poor guy.

He usually gets up first and has flipped the switch on the coffee pot, as well as the TV. Then he thumps around in the cupboards, hunting who knows what. He thinks I am deliberately hiding things from him in the kitchen. After that he gets in and out of the fridge a few times.

All of this sound travels down the hall right into our bedroom where the door is standing wide open. It is not such a terrible thing if I’ve had a good night of sleep.

Sadly, The Man of the House has something against shutting doors. Any doors. They are found standing half open, or wide open, or open just a crack. It drives me crazy. Otherwise he is a perfect husband.

This morning I reminded him that if he gets up first and I am still sleeping to SHUT THE BEDROOM DOOR!! That is fine as far as it goes. When he comes into the bedroom to get his clothes, he has to open his closet door, if for some reason he has remembered to shut it in the first place. It is one of those old, double bi-fold louvered doors that sounds like it’s going to fall off the hinges.

But, getting back to the basketball game — I am afraid the Cavs will not even survive the first round of the playoffs at the rate they are going — let alone being in the finals. Who are some of these players? It seems like someone new shows up at each game.

It just appears that the Pacers want to win more than we do and have more energy. Maybe it’s the cheerful yellow uniforms. It makes me tired watching LeBron trying to do it all for the entire game.

I could not hit the broad side of a barn with a basketball, but these guys are being paid millions of dollars and some of them can’t make their free throws. If I were the coach I would make them practice for hours until they got it right.

And how is it that every other team has 10 players who can hit the 3-pointers from anywhere on the floor at any given time and we can’t?

It was announced that LeBron had personally paid to have at least two matching designer suits made for each member of the entire team so they would feel more cohesive. They all look very handsome walking into the locker room in their new suits but I think it’s going to take more than that to get this group together.

In other words, this whole thing makes me nervous. But, watching sports is the greatest alternative to what else is out there on the boob tube. Watching the news channels, no matter which one, makes us more nervous.