One of my favorite things about the NBA Finals: After each game finishes and the majority of fans trickle away, there's a 45-minute window before the arena closes to accommodate postgame shows, media members, NBA employees, arena employees and the various entourages for each team. Friends and family of the visitors usually congregate behind their bench, rehashing the night and waiting for players to emerge from the stands. You can always tell what happened by their collective mood … and last night, the mood of Oklahoma City's contingent ranged somewhere between "sullen" and "crestfallen." Their boys didn't just blow the championship; they wasted the best game Russell Westbrook ever played.

Westbrook knew it, too. He surfaced wearing one of his goofy "Look at me!" podium outfits, despondent over what happened in the final 15 seconds. Trailing by three, a confused Westbrook intentionally fouled Mario Chalmers after Miami recovered a jumpball, not realizing the 24-second clock hadn't reset and Chalmers had less than three seconds to launch an off-balance shot from the corner. As it was unfolding, every Oklahoma City fan probably screamed "Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!" in slow motion like Cuba Gooding right before Ricky Baker got shot. Could you argue that Oklahoma City had already blown the game? Probably. They needed a rebound and a miracle 3 just for overtime. But Westbrook's brain fart erased that slim chance.

Now, his inner circle attempted to console him. Repeat: attempted. He hugged a couple of people, went through the charade of hearing them, then slowly limped under the stadium again while wiping his eyes. Not how you want to look after playing the game of your life. If you're scoring at home, there are four types of transcendent Finals performances …