THE CHEAP SEATS with STEVE CAMERON: Just where do we see Klay's Warriors run all-time?

Two NBA transactions popped up this week.

Only one, however, drew massive headlines and full-scale circus hoopla.

LeBron James, who probably doesn’t need the spending money, signed two-year, a $104 million extension with the Lakers — legal only because of the league’s bizarre “Over 38” exemption.

Still, forget the money.

We all know LeBron is pulling the strings on this deal so he can play for a season or two with his son, Bronny.

James the Younger survived a heart ailment and (apparently) received enough post-illness tutoring at USC to make him skill-worthy for the NBA.

In any event, James the Senior will take care of him.

Maybe the Lakers will be better.

Who knows?

Either way, this deal putting the James family together in L.A. feels like a stunt.

I’m sorry if I can’t take seriously.

Meanwhile, within 24 hours of the LeBron & Bronny Show, Klay Thompson quietly walked away from the Golden State Warriors.

Klay signed with Dallas.

This is a move I can take VERY seriously, in part because Klay has local roots.

Beyond that, however, Klay Thompson moving to Dallas is shutting the door on basketball history.

Maybe forever.

THE DUBS were one of the sport’s legendary teams.

Always will be.

If you love hoops, you’d stay up and watch the Splash Brothers into the wee hours.

Kevin Durant added marquee lights and more pizazz, Draymond Green gave Golden State its edge — and of course, there was Steph.

Like very, very players before him, Stephen Curry changed the game of basketball.

Pair him with Klay, and they formed one of the best backcourts Doc Naismith’s sport has ever seen.

They were more than 40-footers, too.

Steph and Klay opened things up further than that — to 94 feet of wild offense and relentless, madhouse defense.

The whole carousel revolved around Green, who could dictate an entire evening of hoops without scoring a point.

The Dubs were something new and exciting and beautiful and just about one of a kind.

A couple generations gave their hearts to the game because the Golden State Warriors somehow combined the world of peach baskets with ballet and the 4x100 relay.

No, I can’t tell you that the Dubs were the best who ever suited up.

To describe them, though, I’ll steal a line from legendary football coach Paul Brown (who was describing an awfully damn good running back).

“It’s not fair to say the Warriors were in a class by themselves … but it wouldn’t take long to call roll.”

Sure, I’m thinking about basketball greats right now because Klay Thompson has quietly left the stage.

But there are other reasons.

I just finished watching “Bill Russell: LEGEND,” a two-part documentary on Netflix.

There’s more.

I found myself thinking about Bill Walton the other day, and wishing I could have one more conversation with the Big Redhead.

Walton’s Trail Blazers played some gorgeous basketball on their way to winning the NBA in the 1970s, and when I interviewed him for the book “Rip City,” Bill told me that until he wrecked his foot, Portland was playing the best ball ever – and that was the season AFTER the title.

STILL, I have to believe that Russell and all those Celtics teams, with Bob Cousy and almost more Hall of Famers that you could fit in a locker room, deserve to be called the best.

Ever.

Russell won 11 NBA titles, two of them as player-coach, and had to fight off the monstrously gifted Wilt Chamberlain to do it.

There have been wondrous teams for different eras.

Magic’s Lakers against Bird’s Celtics.

And there was Michael.

Michael and Anybody against … well, Anybody (although Stockton and Malone put up a hell of a fight).

Do you suppose that anyone outside of our neighborhood knows that John Stockton is the NBA career leader in assists and steals?

STEALS!!

And it’s not even close.

But the Jazz were always a post player short of greatness, like the Blazers of Drexler and Porter.

There were awe-inspiring teams with the talent reversed (unstoppable inside but without the perfect supporting cast), consider Houston and “The Dream.”

We haven’t even reached the biggest of the big men yet, and I don’t mean by height — I’m talking giant, as in owning the game.

Off the court, as well.

That was Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Perhaps you’ve noticed that we’re talking about some great players, and groups of stars, but none that quite fit our headline — or the timeline.

In the mega-mega class, you only need two sentences to call roll.

If you want a dynasty, it’s the Celtics.

If you want the champs of rock in this new and crazy world, that’s the Dubs.

Feel free to disagree.

But naturally, you’ll be wrong.

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Steve Cameron’s “Cheap Seats” columns appear in The Press four times each week, normally Tuesday through Friday unless, you know, stuff happens.

Steve suggests you take his opinions in the spirit of a Jimmy Buffett song: “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.”