And tomorrow we might not be together. I’m no prophet and I don’t know nature’s ways. So I’ll try and see into your eyes right now. And stay right here ’cause these are the good old days. -Carly Simon
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Guess who’s back, back again. Shady’s back, tell a friend. Yup, tell a friend. Tell a friend the Celtics are back. Tell a friend the Lakers back. Back in the mix. Back to their old tricks. Getting their kicks.
Sure the Lakers had their fill. Threepeated their fill. Filled with rings up to their gills. But it just wasn’t the same. Wasn’t the same without the Celtics in the game. It might feel good. Sound a lil’ somethin’. Bit damn the game if it don’t mean nuttin’. It means something now.
It ain’t Russell/Chamberlin. A rivalry between two legendary centers that defined basketball in the ’60s. It ain’t Cooz/West. Two of the greatest playmakers to ever lay a handle on the rock. It ain’t Larry/Magic. The dynamic duo who resuscitated the NBA and gave new life to March Madness. It ain’t McHale/Big Game James. Second fiddles to no one. Nobody puts baby in the corner. It ain’t them. It ain’t me babe. It doesn’t have to be.
Center stage on the mic. And we’re puttin’ it on wax. It’s the new style. It’s the new Big Three. It’s the Big Ticket. It’s Ray Ray. It’s the Truth. It’s the new Showtime. It’s Kobe Bean. It’s Kung Pau. It’s Andrew Bynum. Even before Gasol’s arrival, the old rivalry has been heating up.
When the Celtics played the Lakers in their if you dare wear short-shorts, Nair for short-shorts at the Staples Center earlier in the season, the rivalry was already heating up. Sweetening up. Grade A meatening it up. When the Celtics played the Lakers at the Staples Center earlier in the season Paul Pierce and Lamar Odom immediately began a shoving match. Kevin Garnett and Trevor Ariza earned early technicals for a shoving match of their own. A League of Their Own. To achieve the incredible you have to attempt the impossible. In all, five technicals were called in the first half. Seven in the game. Garnett bled from his eye. A frustrated Odom smashed into Ray Allen late in the game and notched a flagrant foul. Ultimately, the Celtics won handily. Dandidly. But that was pre-Pau.
Now anything is possible. Impossible is nothing. Now, you, me and David Stern are begging for a Celtics/Lakers final. Why not? The Spurs aren’t so jingly this year. Not so jangly this year. The Suns are desperately trying to keep up. Desperately Seeking Susan. New Orleans? C’mon. Meanwhile, with Pau, the Lakers have evolved into arguably the best rebounding team in the league. Meanwhile, with Pau, the Lakers have a bona fide second option on the offensive end.
In the East, the Celtics are rolling, rolling, rolling though the streets are swollen with the best record in the league. Rolling with the best defense in basketball. So why not now? Why not them? Why not go back to the future? Yes. Yes. I’m George, George McFly. I’m your density. I mean…your destiny. Why not one of the NBA’s most enduring rivalries? NBA Action. Where amazing happens. I love this game. Fan-tastic!
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Peace out homies. Six two and Even!