as this NBA season draws to a close, this week's program celebrates (belatedly) the 22nd anniversary of a troubled Calvin Klein accosting Latrell Sprewell in the middle of a Raptors/Knicks game. These days if you want to be led away in handcuffs, all you have to do is ask some reasonable questions at a press conference. In (slightly) less authoritarian times, however, far more effort was required. You had to purchase a court side seat at MSG and then risk strangulation at the hands of Latrell Sprewell and if you think this is pretext for another one of my, "you don't know how easy you have it," diatribes that frequently take up half the show, fear not because I have laryngitis. Or I no longer have the energy. If your grandparents built a bomb shelter, wouldn't it be just wonderful if the entire thing is filled to the ceiling with your defunct band's overstock.