whoa ho ho hoa! I cannot believe that game. That was awesome. Definitely one of the most gratifying games that I have ever been a part of (as a fan (a vocal, lifelong celtic-loving, laker-hating fan)). I was so pissed, so concerned, so distressed, so irrationally laying blame in all directions. So irritated that Farmar made that last second, end-of-half shot and that they called it a three. Beers were had. Like-minded angered friends were over. Then I scanned the halftime stats and realized that this couldn't be put on Doc, the refs, or Sam Cassell. The shooting % was 50 to 35, Lakers. The rebound edge was 26 to 16, Lakers. (!!) The assist edge was 15 to ... 4, Lakers. (!! ... sigh.) It wasn't the refs' calls, or the turnovers, or the bench points. All those were fairly even. We were just sucking. so, we were going to lose. and be tied up. and have lost all momentum. and be desperate in game 5.
And then the next thing you know ... And then they listened to me screaming through the TV. And they ran the ball through Paul, like I screamed. And they gave it to Ray, like I screamed. And Doc wisely only listened to some of the stuff I screamed (and yes, credit due: well coached, Doc). And my neighbors didn't call the cops. And the cable company hovered outside and waited until after the game to shut off the cable. Which they did. Not because we didn't pay it, but because they had some scheduled maintenance and they didn't want to deal with the Heidi Game on Dan Crack Rage. Good call and thanks.
More later, but now, mostly: The Ray Allen Layup. Good Jesus Christ, that was awesome. So fucking awesome. Jesus Christ Awesome.
I'm sure it doesn't look like much if you didn't see it, but trust me. I've watched a lot of basketball, and it was huge.
so huge that I'm concerned about moderating my reaction, because they still need to win one more game against a Kobe Bryant team.
But fuck that - I'm not-entirely-unfat, drunmk, and happy. I need to remember that this is for fun, which I usually don't, but this is fun. that was a tremendous lay-up. and the clock going from 15 to 3 without any change in score was second best. And the Celtics are one win away from an NBA Championship.
ONE MORE.
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There is almost too much to talk about but since you brought up Allen's drive in the 4th what kind of defense was Vujacic playing? Ray didn't even cross over his dribble. He simply ran past him and put it in left handed. Was Vujacic expecting Gasol to help down low? Anyway is was a jump on the coffee table moment.
Best basketball game I have ever seen!
Fuck the Lakers & fuck the Laker fans....
I hate Lakers
Go Celts
dewy24 - exactly. I was yelling at Vujabitch through the tv. "That's Ray Fucking Allen! Did you think you could play with Ray Fucking Allen!?!?". Other than the DJ layup after the Bird steal, I'm trying to think of a better layup. and the DJ layup was more huge because of the Bird steal. This might have been the greatest layup in Celtics (and possibly basketball) history.
Joel - you said it. no need to temper the sentiment here. awesome. fuck the lakers.
Bob Ryan was right Vujacic's game 3 carriage turned back into a pumpkin last night.
A whiny, crying (!), chair-slamming, slovenian pumpkin. With greasy unwashed hair. F him.
Ray. Allen.
-N-Lo
That was great when he smacked the chair. It was like an 80s movie where the preppy jock popular bully character lost his girlfriend to the weird authentic john cusack type character and threw a little fit while john cusack walked away with the hottie to some ridiculous pop song.
you just spoke volumes about yourself with that comment. good volumes though.
-i can't figure it all out tonight, so i'm just gonna hang with your daughter,
Lloyd Dobler (aka N-Lo)
Ray Allen....MVP ?
I read about this game in the paper or somewhere, and thought of you. You must have been doing some spectacular screaming at the TV, to get results like that. Kudos.
Oh there was screaming. Unfortunately, this game was followed by the more recently blogged about game five. game six tomorrow. stay tuned...
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