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! I’ve said time and time again, there’s no greater feeling than blogging when your teams are winning. My team didn’t win last night, but I gotta tell ya, like Tony! Toni! Toné!, it still feels good.
It feels good because the rivalry is back. Last night’s game was the 61st game between these two teams in which they both stood alone atop their respective divisions. But it was their first such meeting back at the Garden since you know when. Since 1986. That’s right, the glory years. The storied years. The chicken cacciatore years.
Yes sports fans, the Celtics/Lakers rivalry is indeed back. Back on track. Back in the back of a Cadillac, number one with a bullet, it’s a power pack. You saw it.
- You saw Lamar Odom on the very first play, smashing into Rondo and letting 0ut a Henry the Hippo Hurricane Holler.
- You saw Kung Pau Gasol and Kendrick the Beast Perkins going at it mano y mano.
- You saw Kobe Wan and Rajon, he of the freakishly large hands, Rondo getting in each other mugs.
- You saw Odom again, this time smashing into Kevin Garnett.
- You saw the Garden. Not the old Garden. No rats and piles of sand, but still. Still, the garden was rockin’. And when the Garden is a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’. Knock knock. Who’s there? Celtics Lakers bitch!
Yes it’s the Celtics and the Lakers. It ain’t Russell/Chamberlain. 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 Derrick Fisher.
Now anything is possible. Impossible is nothing. Now, you, me and David Stern are begging for a Celtics/Lakers rematch final. Why not? The Spurs aren’t so jingly this year. Not so jangly this year. Without Jameer Nelson, the Magic are desperately trying to keep up. Desperately Seeking Susan. Denver? C’mon. The only other team with a legitimate shot is LeBron and his four teammates.
The Celtics and Lakers are rolling, rolling, rolling though the streets are swollen. Rolling with the two best records in the league. Rolling with the best defense in basketball. So why not now? Why not again? 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!
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!