Hello, again, from the corner of Preposterous and Pathetic.

With college basketball having begun and in the wake of the Houston rap show carnage, I wonder if any of the gents among TV’s expert college basketball analysts are inclined to revise their just-kids-having-fun position on court-storming.

Yes, there’s little more fun than the final buzzer signaling the start for thousands to jump into audience-participation mode in obligatory ritual. Rush the court while taking selfies to send home to friends who don’t have such opportunities to demonstrate their school spirit.

Those who want no part of it, those stuck in or overrun by the stampede? They have no choice, they’re in.

It doesn’t take thousands to create a deadly crush as it did at the Houston concert last Friday — at last count, nine dead. A few hundred will do it.

In 1977, I was covering a Cosmos soccer match in Los Angeles when the team bus, on which I rode, pulled up to the L.A. Coliseum. I could see a gathering of roughly 250 people, most to see — and eventually mob — Cosmos star Pele.

I was among the first off the bus. Soon to follow was Pele, causing the crowd to surge forward. In an instant, my arms were pinned to my sides, my legs were no longer grounded. I was carried where the mob moved me — left, right, back, forward, sideways. I was helpless.

Would I be trampled to death or suffocated? The crowd finally eased. If those on its perimeter had continued to press forward …

My younger daughter attended Indiana University. I lectured her that late in close basketball games, she was not to move down toward the court, but instead move up. I told her about the critical injuries sustained by students in 1993, after a mass charged the football field following a Wisconsin victory over Michigan.

There have already been enough verifiable episodes of such calamities to have sounded permanent alarms. The one I can’t shake was when Joe Kay, a brilliant student from Arizona headed to Stanford on an athletic scholarship, was left brain-damaged in a court-storming after his high school team won a basketball tournament. He had to relearn how to speak.

In 2015, a court-side reporter had his leg broken during a court storming after Iowa State beat Iowa. A paralyzed court-side spectator in a wheelchair was shoved to the floor.

Yet ESPN college basketball experts, perhaps not wishing to sound like old cranks, mostly approved court-storming.

Jay Bilas: “It’s not necessary, but if you want to do it, that’s fine. But have the proper security. … It might be a little dangerous.”

As per a court-storming after Kansas State beat Kansas, Seth Greenberg: “That was a legal court-storming because it was a top-10 win and a rivalry game. And the place was packed. That’s good for college basketball, good for everyone.”

Stephen A. Smith: “Hire extra security, put ’em by the visitors’ bench, call it a day.”

Digger Phelps: “I have no problem with it. … Safety? Sure, you may get one person hurt.”

On CBS, court-storming met with Doug Gottlieb’s approval, while Greg Anthony, reasoned, “What’s next? Are you going to outlaw tailgating?”

That brings us to superstar creep and crotch-grabbing, beyond vulgar, misogynistic, N-word-spewing rapper Travis Scott, whose act has long included encouraging the young and the reckless to storm the stage. That had already led to injuries and at least two arrests — he pleaded guilty and paid fines — for inciting mayhem, before Friday’s deadly mayhem.

Yet under the pandering guidance of Roger Goodell, Scott was invited to entertain at halftime of the 2019 Super Bowl.

Scott stayed true to his stock in trade, grabbing at his crotch while his most vulgar lyrics were edited from TV as he performed his song “Sicko Mode.”

But this is the Goodell Era, thus invitations to such entertainers to perform on Super Bowl Sunday continue as his ideal of family entertainment and the NFL, overwhelmed by misanthropic and even criminal players, continues to rot from the inside out.

Yet Goodell’s NFL, the past two seasons, consistently reminds us that we suffer from a deficiency in unspecified racial and social comportment.

Next time there’s a court-storming, the public address system can play Travis Scott’s latest N-worded ode to violence and stage-rushing while the ESPN or CBS college basketball announcers, if not yet trampled, can claim they’re loving it!

As seen on MLBN, as the Braves rolled along their World Series parade path, outfielder Joc Pederson was interviewed. He said he was thrilled with Atlanta’s fans, his teammates, a championship. He’s one happy, satisfied man!

At the same time a crawl appeared: Pederson has turned down the Braves’ offer and will become a free agent.

Sunday on Fox, late in overtime of Vikings-Raiders, the Ravens were moving past midfield when Minnesota was flagged for 12 men on the field.

A high and wide replay showed that 12th man jogging to the his sideline. He didn’t bother to run, as if it were, say, a World Series game. Baltimore soon kicked the game-winning field goal.

On CBS, Raiders punter A.J. Cole, far from a play that had just ended, was nonetheless blasted and dropped to the field, groggy, by a needlessly brutal and illegal hit near the head by the Giants’ Keion Crossen, who was flagged for it.

CBS analyst Trent Green called the hit “a bad decision.” Ugh. A bad decision? To me it looked more like an aggravated assault.

By the way, where is the NFLPA to repudiate the unnecessary brutality of its members against its members? Why is the NFLPA far more likely — as in always — to defend the perpetrators after they’ve been sanctioned?

Former Jets wide receiver Robby Anderson raged on the sideline Sunday at Sam Darnold, his current Panthers and former Jets teammate after the quarterback was intercepted a third time. Big story the next day. Anderson was entitled to explode!

He explained: “I’m very passionate.” Especially about himself.

In 2017, after catching a touchdown pass against the Panthers in a game the 4-7 Jets lost, a Fox camera and microphone focused on Anderson, who seized the opportunity to beg: “Hey, will you all vote for me for the Pro Bowl, man, please?”

Fox analyst at the time, Chris Spielman, was bashed as a fuddy-duddy for knocking Anderson as selfish. Yet, the next day, the Jets’ coach at the time, Todd Bowles, criticized Anderson as selfish.

Naturally, this week none of that made any of the stories I heard or read.

Reader David Distefano notes that the Raiders dumped Jon Gruden for private missives showing he’s a bigot, but signed veteran WR DeSean Jackson, a very public Adolf Hitler and Louis Farrakhan-reliant anti-semite. The NFL and NFLPA condemned Gruden. Jackson? Not a word.

Jackson replaces Henry Ruggs III, recently charged with vehicular homicide, driving drunk at 156 mph on a Vegas street at 3:40 a.m. and carrying a gun in an early morning crash that killed Tina Tintor, 23, and her dog. Ruggs is a former full scholarship Alabama student-athlete. Roll Tide, roll!

Plenty more — too many more — to come.