The Pride Was Back (for a minute)

As I was cooking dinner tonight (stir-fried chicken, onions, and peppers… seasoned Mexican style… if you must know) I was sure that the Celtics were going to win. Even when there was twenty something seconds left and they were down by nine I was sure that Paul Pierce was going to channel Larry Bird for a second and make it all happen. When they lost I IMed a friend of mine in New Jersey and told her how much her state sucked. If I knew Kevin Smith’s E-Mail address I would’ve written to him and told him how much his precious Garden State blows goats… and you know how much I worship Mr. Smith. That’s how pissed off I was. My only consolation now will be if the Lakers lose and the two nothing teams left go to the finals, draw shitty ratings cause nobody’s gonna care, and then the NBA fires all of the refs who made bad calls at the Celtics expense, thus keeping them out of the big dance.

The Lakers are down by four as I type this paragraph and I really hope the Kings start something now and just don’t let up. Fuck the fuckin’ Lakers man. Fuck them and their “three-peat.” It pissed me off the last time Phil Jackson did it (with the Bulls in the 90s) and it’s pissing me off this time. How the fuck do they get all these players on one team and how the fuck do they get the media to give them the respect that is never given to our good ole Massachusetts/New England teams.

I can’t wait till Monday Night Football in the fall, opening day for the Patties at their new stadium, defending world champions… I can’t wait to see how the media will put us down then. Maybe they’ll talk about how every other team just had a shitty season last year and that’s why we won. Who the fuck knows?

Now, the truth of the matters is… I’m a Celtics fan. I’m a basketball fan. But really, it doesn’t bother me as much as I’m letting on. Sure I’m disappointed. I was disappointed when the Bruins went out of their playoffs in the first round. I think that we, as New England sports fans, have come to expect too many miracles. The Patties won the Superbowl. The Bruins and the Celts made it to the playoffs… The Red Sox are looking good… All of a sudden its 1986 again.

Anyway, I’m tired and I’m wicked fucking hot up in here and I’m gonna stop typing so I can concentrate all of my negative energy at and hope that it somehow gets to the Staples Center in Los Angeles and helps the Kings win it all.