The SF Chronicle’s Scott Ostler can barely contain his glee over yesterday’s 8 player swap between the Pacers and Warriors which saw Indiana pick up “Mike Dunleavy and Troy Murphy and their contracts which are so gynormous that they can be seen from outer space.”

Most Warriors’ fans, when they heard Murphy and Dunleavy had been traded, didn’t bother to ask whom the Warriors got. They didn’t care. It’s party time.

Granted, it’s easy to trash guys who just got traded … So let’s get started!

Dunleavy and Murphy were the YMCA Boyz. You know, they’re on your team in the pickup game at the Y, and you say, “You dudes are tall, would you mind going inside and getting us a few easy buckets, so we can keep the court?” And they say, “Dude, like, we’re shooters. We park at the arc. Here, help me tie my headband.”

Dunleavy was a mistake from the start.

“He can’t get his own shots,” a very knowledgeable NBA person told me when the Warriors drafted Dunleavy with the No. 3 overall pick. “He might become an effective role player on a good team, but he’s not going to carry your franchise.”

And he didn’t. It was the other way around.

He is a shooting forward who doesn’t shoot that well.

“An NBA shooter usually misses long or short,” another NBA insider told me. “Dunleavy misses left and right.”

(As reader Richard Bittner noted, “He has to be the only coach’s son in the history of basketball who can’t shoot.”)

Clippers coach Mike Sr. issued a rousing defense of his flesh & blood, insisting young Mike has “won a championship at every level he’s ever played at,” adding “If you were looking at him to be Dirk Nowitzki, you made a mistake.”

Not only will Eddie Griffin soon be relieved of the responsibility of showing up for T-Wolves practices, but he should have plenty of time to discuss my latest business proposition : teaming up with Mitch “Blood” Green and myself on a chain of nationally franchised driving schools.

The Newark Star-Ledger’s Dave D’Alessandro took advantage of last night’s Nets win over the Bobcats to catch up with an old pal.

Jeff McInnis, happy as always to discuss all things Jersey, gave some terse answers to inquiries about his Nets past yesterday.

“I’m glad to be in Charlotte, that’s it,” he snapped. “What do you want me to say? Happy to be in Charlotte.”

Taking his monthly jab at Lawrence Frank, the former Nets point guard pointedly referred to the Bobcats’ Bernie Bickerstaff as “a coach I can trust and respect.”