My brother texted me from Colorado after Game One of the NBA Finals, “How do you like Chris Paul now?” The short answer is, “No more than I did before last night’s game.” Like someone from George Orwell’s 1984, I can hold two contradictory thoughts in my head at the same time. With CP3, those thoughts can be “Wow, this guy is a very good basketball player,” and “I don’t like him”. Just like I can like players who aren’t very good (in the NBA sense — they are still better than 99.3% of the world), I can also not like players who are very good.