All right ladies and gentlemen: Let the carping begin.

The Golden State Warriors are (select your favorite adjective):

Old. Slow. Thin. Undermanned. Rudderless. Clueless. Losers … or that good old standby — Finished.

May I offer another? Incomplete.

Let’s look back before we turn to the future. They did beat a good young, physical team in the Houston Rockets in Round 1.

They lost to a good, young, not quite so physical, but talented Minnesota team in Round 2. Oh! And they didn’t have their best player for all but one quarter of that series.

And, I’m quite sure that their second best player, Jimmy Butler, was playing on one bun (so to speak). I think he was hurting since the contusion he suffered against the Rockets.That left a healthy Draymond Green, who’s not a scorer, and a whole bunch of guys who get good looks to score when that Curry guy is occupying the attention of at least two defenders and getting mugged in the process.

So, Buddy Hield — a spot up shooter and deadly when open, wasn’t open. It left Brandin Podziemski unable to operate effectively because the lanes to the basket were filled with Timberwolves. Moses Moody couldn’t throw it in the ocean for some reason and that left Steve Kerr to revamp a lineup that had gone 16-3 in the regular season.

Enter Jonathan Kuminga.

Kuminga can and will score. For somebody other than the Warriors. He’s the best athlete the team has. He’s an excellent one-on-one player. The problem is this: Steve Kerr’s offense is the antithesis of one-on-one play. It’s a motion offense that depends on all five players knowing where everyone is on the floor.

I equate this to a conversation I had many years ago with Steve Young, then the quarterback of the 49ers. He had a talented, high draft pick, receiver named J.J. Stokes who was big, fast, and scored a lot of college touchdowns. But Young rarely threw to him.

When I asked him “why” he said, “because I never know where he’s going to be — he runs terrible routes.” And so I give you Jonathan Kuminga.

If Steve Kerr has any clout with owner Joe Lacob, Kuminga will be elsewhere next season.

There are needs. A mobile big man, who can be a third scorer and defend the rim seems like a good idea. And a backup point guard might be a thought. Maybe even another 3 and D guy.

Add those things and a healthy Big Three, and then the clock’s not yet striking midnight for a fifth title.

And, if anyone out there is even remotely thinking “Fire the Coach,” stop it. Just STOP IT!

Rose to Hall of Fame. You can bet on it

And so the Pete Rose saga comes to its most logical end. If you’re a fan of “Charlie Hustle,” you’re obviously applauding Commissioner Rob Manfred for his reinterpretation of the edict that kept Rose from the baseball Hall of Fame.

Was it a permanent ban, or merely a lifetime ban?

The verbiage that we all understood, said “permanent,” which meant … well, that it was permanent. The commissioner’s version of the ban said “lifetime.” Manfred’s thinking in that regard was that the “lifetime” of the accused had expired, and thus all bets are off. So to speak.

I had a chance to be around Rose quite a bit when doing Race for the Pennant on HBO some years back with Tim McCarver. Of course, McCarver, who played with Rose as a member of the Philadelphia Phillies, had more than a few tales to tell of the off-field histrionics of his teammate.

And Rose seemed to be omnipresent back then — especially if you were going to a race track.

I feel I have to pause here to tell you that Rose wasn’t a bad guy. He was just a guy who had one great skill — the ability to hit a baseball. Beyond that he was somewhere between Dennis the Menace and Bluto Blutarsky, the John Belushi character in Animal House.

My wife, who was a sports’ columnist, tells the story of going to Rose’s mother’s house in Tampa. Well, actually it wasn’t a house, it was a trailer. She was very proud of her millionaire son for buying her not just a trailer, but a double-wide trailer. On the refrigerator was a signed picture of her All-Star son. It read, “To Mom … from Pete Rose.” Just in case she forgot his last name I suppose.

He remains atop the “What were you thinking” category in Phillies’ lore for showing up at a year-end banquet for players and wives, with a lady of the night on his arm. Mrs. Rose was apparently tied up with PTA work.

He sold the signature black bat that he used to record his historic 3,000th hit to the highest bidder, and — according to several observers — sold several other black bats to several other people, making the same claim.

It does seem to be an irony that some baseball teams now wear a patch on their uniforms for gambling websites like Fan Duel. Betting lines are quoted during national game broadcasts. And, while players are still banned from betting on baseball games, it almost seems hypocritical for teams to be promoting betting sites on team garb.

Rose might be guilty of having a weak moral compass, and a sometimes glaring lack of judgement, and yes, he bet on baseball. On his team every game — and never to lose.

I’m not defending Rose’s actions here, but compared to some other Hall of Fame ne’er do wells, this represents a misdemeanor.

Ty Cobb was known as an outright racist who once beat up a black groundskeeper and then tried to strangle his wife when she stepped in to stop it.

Others beat up hecklers in the stands. Still others ran so afoul of the media to the point that writers who make up the selection committee simply wouldn’t vote for them.

And former commissioner Bud Selig, who looked upon the now-banned steroid usage as a useful tool to attract a bigger audience, is enshrined in the Hall while Barry Bonds and his peers are on the outside looking in.

So, good for Pete Rose, who’ll never know he’s finally been selected when the veterans committee says, “OK, you may come in now.”

It’ll happen. Or I’ll be happy to return the black bat Rose used for his 3,000th hit.