A pretty good prison team

Chris Webber has matured into a convicted liar, as opposed to a serial fibber, following a memory lapse before a grand jury in 2000.

His plea agreement with federal prosecutors in Detroit this week is expected to hurt the championship hopes of the prison basketball team.

Not that Webber has a history of leading his teams to championships.

Webber’s freedom-fighting maneuver is merely one of the items on David Stern’s ever-expanding docket.

The NBA season can’t start soon enough for those with an abundance of money and free time.

Kobe Bryant is awaiting the word of authorities in Colorado after the sexual-assault accusation of a 19-year-old woman. Bryant professes to be innocent, while friends of the woman profess support of her character.

The truth, even if it is sought, is not likely to emerge.

One of the benefits of having a pile of cash is a stay-out-of-the-slammer card.

Jerry Stackhouse is looking to buy himself out of a jam in Atlantic Beach, N.C., where he made contact with a woman who held a real-estate lease in her hand.

The misunderstanding involved a departure date: Stackhouse’s Monday vs. the lease’s Sunday.

The average Joe just might have muttered a few words under his breath and ordered his family members to pack up their belongings.

But Stackhouse, as an NBA player, is no average Joe. In his interpersonal dealings with those outside the game, he is conditioned to believe in the magical power of an autograph.

The woman holding the lease, alas, believed in the fine print on the lease and wound up taking what could be characterized as a charge from Stackhouse.

Stackhouse is now hoping a healthy donation can ease the woman’s emotional distress, if not end the legal drama.

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