No kiddin’, I’m ready to fight. I’ve been lookin’ for my baby all night. If I get her in my sight – Boom boom! out go the lights! -Little Walter
Wooooo doggie! If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: There’s no greater feeling than blogging when your teams are winning. My team is winning all right. My team is winning, and like Tony! Toni! Toné!, it feels good. My team is winning, and like James Brown, it feels nice, like sugar and spice. It feels nice, like sugar and spice, because yesterday afternoon, my beloved Boston Celtics beat the pants off the hated Los Angeles Lakers. Beat the pants off the Lakers real good like. Beat the pants off the Lakers by shooting the lights out. Shot the lights out and went 44 of 73 from the field. Just so you know, that’s 60.3%. Just so you know, that was the third-highest field-goal percentage ever posted by the Celtics against the Lakers, at home or on the road, during the regular season or postseason, versus the Minneapolis or the LA Lakers. How about that? How about this: The Boston Celtics are the only team in the NBA shooting over 50 percent. Hooray Celtics!
Sure Kobe got his 41. But those 41 were an Alex Rodriguez 41. You know. 41 that did not matter. They did not matter because against the Boston Celtics, one man cannot do it alone. No man is an island. Like my main man Coach Norman Dale always says, You need “five players on the floor functioning as one single unit: team, team, team – no one more important that the other.” At one point, Kobe took 10 straight shots. He forced too many shots down the stretch. Shots which led to bad misses. Bad misses that led to a Celtics win. There’s a frog on the bump on the branch on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
The Celtics, on the other hand, adhered to Coach Dale’s philosophy to the letter. The Celtics, on the other hand, moved the basketball. Grooved the basketball. Moved and grooved and shared the basketball from beginning to end. Rajon Rondo alone outassisted the Lakers by six. I know, I know, at the end of the day, it’s just another regular season game. I know, I know, at the end of the day, it’s the post-season that matters. All I’m saying is: When healthy, the Boston Celtics are the best team in all of basketballdom. All I’m saying is: Come Finals time, the Boston Celtics will be heard from. All I’m saying, pretty baby, la la love you, don’t mean maybe. All I’m saying pretty baby.
Peace out homies. Six two and even!