Just cut the stuff, ’til you get enough. ‘Cause we’re rougher than tougher and rougher tougher than tough! -Run DMC
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Like my main man Popeye always says, “I’ve had all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.”
How many times do we have to see it? How many times do we have to see J-Schmoove flying to the hole? Death defying to the hole. Electrifying to the hole. How many time do we have to Joe Johnson get to the lane? Into the lane without shame. Again and again. Until he’s drinking champagne? The Celtics need to get tough. Rough and tough, cold huff and puff. Don’t bluff the stuff, got enough to rough.
The Celtics need to get rough. Like Kevin McHale got rough. Like Kevin McHale got rough back in 1984. Back in 1984 against the LA Lakers. The Showtime Lakers. The Jack Nicholson Lakers. The Dancing Barry Lakers. Bird Vs. Magic. East Coast Vs. West Coast. The Celtics were just embarrassed in Game Three. Just humiliated in Game Three. Just abased in Game Three. And it was happening again. Happening again in Game Four.
Magic was going coast-to-coast at will. Big Game James was going to the rack unmercifully. Byron Scott was knocking down jumper after jumper. Kareem was skyhooking without abandon. And that’s when it happened. That’s when I saw her, ooh, I saw her. She walked in through the out door, out door. Kevin McHale walked in through the out door, out door. Kevin McHale smashed Kurt Rambis to the ground. Kevin McHale simply caught that four eyed freak in mid-air, grabbed him around the neck, and threw him to the ground.
It was brutal. It was mesmerizing. It was tantalizing. Captivating. Devastating. That’s the no lay-up rule baby! It turned around the game. It turned around the series. It turned around the way Pat Riley coached basketball. It is what the Celtics desperately need to employ. Right here. Right now.
J-Schmoove goes flying to the rim? Smash him to the ground. No lay-up rule. Joe Johnson gets into the lane? Smash him to the ground. No lay-up rule. The joke is over. Fun and games are over. This ain’t no party. This ain’t no disco. This ain’t no fooling around. No time for dancing. Or lovey dovey. I ain’t got time for that now. I ain’t got time for any of it. And neither should the Celtics.
Public Acknowledgements: Run DMC, Bill Simmons, Prince, Beastie Boys, Fatboy Slim and the Talking Heads
Public Spectacle: This is what the Celtics need to do to the Hawks tonight:
Peace out homies. Six two and even!
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