Some late All-Star Game thoughts:

Poor Doug Collins didn’t know whom to vote for with his MVP ballot. “I keep staring at the stat sheet hoping it will change,” he volunteered to his TNT audience.

Hey, Doug, why not be bold for a change, and say, “There is no MVP in this crappy game.”

I would have said the following: “This game was set up for LeBron James to be MVP, but, folks, he just wasn’t up to it tonight.”

(The 20-year-old Cavaliers’ franchise player notched 13 points, 8 rebounds and 6 assists in 31 minutes, but went scoreless while playing the entire fourth quarter.)

Or up to signing an autograph for a teenager afterward outside the locker room with no one else around but the two of them . . . and me lurking in the distance.

Last year around this time, James refused to speak to reporters (yours truly among them) in the locker room following the rookie-sophomore challenge. He turned his back to us and announced his vow of silence.

I cut him some slack due to his age . . . despite witnessing him go out of his way to look like a jerk by chewing out underlings (plural) for supplying him with furry, feminine-looking slippers.

Meanwhile, throughout the Olympic experience, nobody on the team, by all accounts, was less agreeable to making appearances or doing anything USA Basketball people asked of King James . . . unlike Carmelo Anthony, who gave of himself freely and cheerfully.

And now I catch him rudely brushing off the kid at a time when the NBA is so concerned about its image and that of its most marketable assets.

Still, if I’m going to triple-jab James, it’s only fair to harpoon Bill Russell and Oscar Robertson, who continue their legendary boorish behavior for disdainfully dismissing fans.

For now Russell and Robinson remain in form as the two most unapproachable and obnoxious superstars in NBA history. But, from what I’m seeing, James is closing in fast and furious.

Let’s see; the East won last year’s title and this year’s All-Star Game. Realignment, anyone?