Yeah I know tonight is a trainwreck. Stop gawking. Nothing to see here. Move along, move along. Remember, I picked the Celtics in 7… which means I expected this. How could any sane person not expect it after Atlanta and Cleveland? Sure, I’ll admit it, beating the Pistons a little early got my hopes up just a smidge… but not enough where I really expected the series to not go to a 7th game. I’m not going to get all worked up about anything until we go back to Boston. If the Lakers show up to play there, then maybe I’ll sweat a little. I don’t respect the Lakers like I respect Detroit, so its hard for me to say I’ll be happy regardless of the outcome. I think the Celtics are a better team and I’m always going to think that no matter how the playoffs turn out. ESPN and about 90% of the blogosphere are swinging on the Lakers nuts, so I’ve quickly grown tired of listening to and reading all that horseshit. If I honestly believed Kobe was the second coming of Jesus H. Christ in basketball shoes, I’d be happy to admit, but I don’t. He’s the best individual player in the league, yes. But, he’s not the best leader or the best teammate. He’ll always be selfish, arrogant and loyal to only himself. I’ll be surprised if that doesn’t come into play here before all is said and done. I can admit though that I’m biased and it probably is clouding my judgement somewhat. I keep hearing this garrish clown voice coming from a hollow cave… “What would I say in response (to Curt Schilling)? Go Yankees.” Oh no you didn’t. Bitch, please.

Yo Phile, I mean Phil… It’s Lee-on P-oh as in P-oh-tent threat in the P-aint. The refs aren’t your problem, the problem is that you have only a few mentally tough players on your team. Kobe, Derek Fisher, and… I guess you only have two. Good luck with that.

Game 3 went exactly how I expected it to. No shock. No awe. I even yawned several times.

I’m sorry to say I’ve had to bail out on both of my favorite basketball sites/podcasts and live blogs because of the obvious Laker leanings. I can’t listen to it. It’s my fatal flaw. Boston is apparently only popular if you live in New England. I guess its better that way anyway. Only my own kind would understand the kind of sublime cackle I let out on my drive home from work when I heard the Giants superbowl rings were stolen in a vault somewhere in Massachusetts. Aw, good times, good times. Only a fellow New Englander would scream PAPELBON!!!!!!!!!!! when he bounded out to the mound tonight to save the game against the Orioles (whereas the rest of the sports world probably thinks of him as the jig-dancing spazz in the spandex shorts.) And finally, yes, only a fellow New Englander would pee Shamrock green year-round and not just on a certain holiday in March.

Go Celtics! Beat LA!

1. I meant to blog yesterday, but didn’t get a chance to. I’m picking Celtics in 7.
2. I hope everyone who has been picking the Lakers before the series started stays with their picks. There is nothing worse than a waffler. If I pick the Celtics and they don’t get it done, then so be it. I’m not going to go swinging back and forth depending on which way the wind is blowing.
3. Paul Pierce did not fake his injury a la WWE. That’s a ridiculous notion. Anyone who thinks that is giving him way too much credit in terms of his acting chops. Jesus is the actor, remember?
4. I fully expect the Lakers to come back in Game 2 and either win or give the C’s a serious scare. The script is written that way.
5. Next game I’m going to have to avoid getting tied up watching the Red Sox. The Rays game was such a wacky freakshow that I had a hard time tearing myself away to focus on the “Drive for 17″.

Dear Devil Rays,

You fight like little girls.  Your catcher is sitting on top of Coco, literally holding him down while your best and brightest throw haymakers at him and he comes crawling out of the pile like, “That’s the best you’ve got?” Well, when that happens, you know you’re a bunch of sorry ass losers. Unbelievably though, some fool at ESPN actually had the nerve to question whether this new Sox/Rays rivalry would become the new Sox/Yanks rivalry. Are you fking kidding me? Bitch, please.

No love,
me

Holy crap on a trisquit. I’ve been so exhausted lately, I really thought I was going to die from it. Ok fine, I wasn’t going to die from it, but man… I’ve never been that tired for such a long stretch of time in a row. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Anyway. So the Boston Celtics are in the NBA Finals. Yippee-kye-yay muthertruckers. I was psyched, but not surprised when they clinched on the road in Detroit. Once I saw Sheed go into the “Sheed circle” and not really do anything, I knew Detroit was in trouble. He’s way too sensitive for his teammates to be calling him out. He reminds me of Manny Ramirez in that way. I think they’re both genius savants who live inside their own heads and say things that only make sense to themselves and people living on Mars. Don’t get me wrong, I love them. Who wouldn’t? But, they’re sensitive and you can’t boo them (fans) or call them out (teammates) if you want to win.

Speaking of the Sox, I watched practically a whole baseball game yesterday. That’s pretty good for me. Usually I get bored after a couple innings and bail out. They beat the Orioles in Baltimore and I couldn’t believe there were enough people chanting “Let’s go Red Sox” for it to be audible. Don’t the Orioles have fans? Is Baltimore really that close to Boston? Crazy stuff. Good game though. Manny hit number 501. Good times, good times.

I also watched “Denise Richards: It’s Complicated” and “Living Lohan” on E! The biggest thing I noticed after watching both shows (plus an old Kardashians rerun) is that famous people are obsessed with looking themselves up on the Internet. They Google themselves constantly… So if you ever want to get a famous person’s attention, just create a fan page or something and I guarantee you they’ll see it. Haha.