That’s it. I’m done with them. They may keep playing for another week or 10 days … hell, maybe even into June … but there is now way these Lakers win an NBA championship. None. No serious contender for a title allows these Houston Rockets to take them to a Game 7.

No way. Doesn’t happen. A championship team not only doesn’t lose three times to these Rockets, it sure as hell doesn’t get destroyed by them twice in five days.

LeBron and the Cavaliers are vaporizing everyone who wanders into their path. The Denver Nuggets, for goodness sakes, blew through New Orleans and Dallas. And the Lakers need at least seven games to take down the Rockets with Tracy McGrady and Yao Ming sitting on the bench in street clothes? They are 3-3 against Luis Scola, Carl Landry, Chuck Hayes, Ron Artest and Aaron Brooks? No, really?

Even if they win Game 7 on Sunday, do you really want to see this Lakers team move ahead? A team that peaked, apparently, on that seven-game Eastern trip back in, like February? They win, so they can get shot to pieces by the Denver Thuggets? Or quite literally torn limb from limb by LeBron and the Cavs? A series during which LeBron will make Kobe look like Grandpa James from that weird commercial from last year?

Actually, my biggest concern about the Lakers right now is downright apocalyptic.

That they are about to exit the playoffs in such an ignominious fashion (losing to Houston, or out in five games vs. Denver) that Kobe invokes that “out” clause in his contract, after all, just to get away from this team … and Phil Jackson walks … and the franchise is then reduced to Pau Gasol, a re-signed and dreadfully awful Lamar Odom, Andrew Bynum and his crystal knees and maybe Jordan Farmar, Sasha Vujacic and Luke Walton’s horrible contract. They could be 34-48 a year from now. I’m serious.

This franchise is this close to implosion, and all it took was six games with a gutty, motivated, well-coached but vastly inferior Rockets team to show us that the Lakers edifice we thought was so imposing is actually built on sand. Out of balsa wood. Kobe is 30 going on 40, and the worst teammate — c’mon, let’s say it — in the league. Gasol is the softest 20-and-10 in the league. Odom is the dumbest player in the NBA. Derek Fisher is so so so done he should be coaching in the D-League. With Shannon Brown and DJ Mbenga playing for him.

I mean, what’s left, a year from now? A team built around Andrew Bynum, who is hurt before Christmas?  Gasol reverting to Memphis Grizzlies form? And about a decade of toxic Kobe Bad Karma?

If Game 4 on Sunday was the wakeup game — when the Rockets just ran the Lakers into the ground in their first game with Yao — Game 6 was the “into-a-coma” game. Anyone who knows sports knows those Rockets were ready to lay down. They lose that game, they’re still folk heroes in Houston for a decade. “Man, were they gutty, or what?”

When athletes know they have that escape hatch out there, they lose. They always lose. All the Lakers had to do was demonstrate they cared enough to play hard for one quarter, to get up 10, and send the Rockets into “packing for Cancun” mode.

But no. The Lakers did another one of their Just Showing Up things, like this was another December game. Next thing you know, they’re down 13-1, and the arena is rocking and the Rockets are fired up and the Lakers get buried. Again.

I’m finished with them. Done. I don’t care when they lose, because they most certainly will lose. May as well be Game 7 on Sunday. They aren’t going to be winning anything. So let’s move ahead and confront what really ails this team, or at least think about what the franchise might do when Kobe and Phil bolt, from disgust.