Josh Q. Public:  I’m an ape ape man.  I’m a king kong man.  I’m an ape ape man.  -The Kinks

Lancelot Links:

Wikipedia is the Great Carnac:  Washington Post

Barry Bonds’ Mistress has Man-Hands:  Home Run Derby

Everybody Hates Joakim:  Tremendous Upside Potential

Woody Paige-  It’s not bragging if you can back it up:  The Big Lead

What if the Braves had signed Willie Mays?  Hard Ball Times

The Celtics Ain’t Done Yet:  Celtics Blog

ESPN, Get Off The Yankees Jock:  One More Dying Quail

Public Spectacle:

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!

Oh, to be young again:

Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!

Josh Q. Public:  It might feel good, it might sound a little somethin’, but damn the game if it don’t mean nothin’.  -Public Enemy

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Hey you gabronies, do you smell what the Celts is cookin’?  Sure smells good.  Ooooh that smell.  Can’t you smell that smell?  Smells like playoffs baby, playoffs.  Ray Allen.  The rootinest tootinest shootinest guard in the West East.  The best jump shootinest guard in  basketball.  Jump shooting threes at forty percent clip.  I was shining my nine, you know how I do.  I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit.  Ray Ray be on that shit.  Seven time All-Star who just fills it up.  Kills it up.  Thrills it up.  Thrilled it up for fifty-four last year against the Utah Jazz.  Thrilled it up two years ago putting himself in second place on the NBA’s list of all-time three-point field goals made in a game.  Thrilled it up again in ‘06 breaking Dennis Scott’s ten-year-old NBA record for three-point field goals in a season by sinking 268.  Thrilled it up in ‘01 by becoming the NBA All-Star Weekend Three-point Shootout champion.  Did I mention this cat can shoot.  His shot poetry in motion.  Mmm, but it’s poetry in motion.  And when she turned her eyes to me.  As deep as any ocean.  As sweet as any harmony.  He’ll be playing in harmony with Big Al and the Truth.  With Sugar Ray, Big Al and the Truth, the Celtics are going to score some points.  A plethora of points.  A plentitude of points.  A profusion of points.  Preposterous points.  More points than you can shake a stick at.  More fun than a barrel of monkeys.  Roll out the barrel.  We’ll have a barrel of fun.  Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run.  Yup, we got the blues on the run all right.  On a playoff run.  And the fact that Theo Huxtable Ratliff’s expiring contract is still on the books tells me they ain’t done yet.  She looked at me with them brown eyes and said:  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.  B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen n-n-n-nothin’ yet.  Here’s something that you’re never gonna forget.  B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen n-n-n-nothin’ yet.  The Boston Celtics, repaving the path to glory.

Public Acknowledgements:  He Got Game, Rocky Maivia, Lynyrd Skynyrd, 50 Cent, Thomas Dolby, Bobby Vinton and Bachman Turner Overdrive.

Public Spectacle:

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!