James Harden’s postseason woes can’t hide behind his beard. In Grinch terms, Harden stinke, stank, stunk. There’s no sugar coating it for the Cavs, the “Playoff Harden” label that’s negatively followed Harden for years isn’t just alive and well, it’s fully caffeinated. You already know the Cavs are down 0-2 to the Pistons in the Eastern Conference semifinals. What you may or may not know is just how miserably bad Harden’s been in this series. The eye test will tell you he’s operating at tortoise-like speeds. The next time Harden plays with any sense of urgency will be the first time he’s done so since the calendar turned to 2026. The only thing that’s been worse than Harden’s perceived lack of pace and/or conditioning is his ball handling. Somehow, someway, the 17-year NBA veteran point guard has forgotten how to dribble. He’s a machine. But not a good machine like the one pumping out McDonald’s McFlurries or an ATM spitting out 20s on demand. Nah. Harden’s a turnover machine . With no off switch.…