The All-Star Weekend is the NBA equivalent of a Las Vegas convention where everyone gets a comped flight and hotel room to go pretend to do work while they rack up painful hangovers on the company credit card. Then it ends and shit gets real really quickly because the trade deadline puts nearly everyone in the league at risk of having to move to a new place and work for an entirely new company for at least the remainder of the season. This season, what with 30 teams so clearly out of title contention 52 games in, it seems like there’s a legitimate possibility that one or more blockbuster trade get done as general managers either try to beef up their rosters to compete with the San Antonio Spurs and the Golden State Warriors, or simply throw in the towel and blow up their rosters to accumulate prospects for a shot at a ring down the road.