Every since I could remember, I been poppin my collar. I been poppin my collar. I been poppin my collar. -Three 6 Mafia
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Now that’s what I’m talking about. Playing great defense and winning by four just wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough Marshmallow Fluff. Wasn’t enough to make you huff and puff. HR Puff N’ Stuff. Always there when things get rough. HR Puff N’Stuff. You can’t get a little if you can’t get enough.
The Boston Celtics got a little last night. Celtics got enough last night. Sixteen-point beatdown last night. Sweet sixteen-point beatdown last night. Punks jump up to get beat down! Bron Bron jumped up to get beatdown. King James. Witness. Witness the Celtics holding King James to six for twenty-four last night. Witness the Celtics holding King James to two for eighteen in Game One. Witness the Celtics holding King James to a shooting percentage of just nineteen in these here playoffs. Nineteen! That nineteen percent is the lowest shooting percentage in the NBA playoffs in the shot-clock era among players who attempted at least forty shots over any two consecutive games in one postseason. Yowza!
So now you have to ask yourself, is the Celtics defense that good; or is LeBron that bad? Those are your two options. Your only two options. I don’t think LeBron is that bad, so I must say, the Celtics defense is that good. Good to the last drop. All night, the Celtics had a hand their hands in a face. All night, the Celtics were clogging the lane. All night, the Celtics had a booty on a brother. All night, the Celtics were doubling on the pick and roll. All night, the Celtics were crowding mugs on traps.
Coach Mike Brown said the King’s shots were just not falling. Coach Mike Brown said he has to go back and watch the tape. He don’t need to watch no tape. I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him what happened. I know it. You know it. Tracy McGrady knows it. And now LeBron James knows it. This Celtics defense is the best defense we’ve ever seen. The best defense there’s ever been. Better than Afrosheen. That’s what happened.
The Cavaliers’ offensive game that usually flows so easily has been brought to a screeching halt. The shots that normally drop have been clanging off the rim. Cleveland’s Superman has been reduced to Clark Kent in these Eastern Conference semifinals. The Celtics are the Kryptonite. Dy-no-mite! Dolemite. Bone-crushing, skull-splitting, brain-blasting action!
Credit goes to Paul Pierce. Credit goes to James Posey. But credit also goes to Kevin Garnett, Kendrick Perkins, Big Show Leon Powe and everyone else who chased down Bron Bron and gave him fits. This a team effort. Tom Thibodeau defense. Team defense. Five players on the floor functioning as one single unit. Team, team, team. No one more important that the other. Welcome to Boston Celtics basketball. Roll Celtics roll!
Public Acknowledgements: Sid and Marty Krofft, Brand Nubian, Maxwell House, Jimmy Walker, Rudy Ray Moore and Hoosiers
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!
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