The Celtics were coasting along to another easy win tonight when the ghosts of seasons past suddenly appeared. A 28-point lead over the Heat slowly dissolved to a 7-point game late in the 4th. Paul Pierce and Ray Allen missed 21 consecutive shots. Nothing would fall. Could we possibly lose this game? The answer to that is - No. It’s like the ending of Pulp Fiction, when Ving Rhames and Bruce Willis escape from the basement dungeon of those disturbing pawn shop owners and vow never to speak again about what happened. I’m willing to pretend this near collapse never happened. Let’s move forward and focus on the Cavs.
Glad to see Penny Hardaway made the front page finally.
I think this is how it went down
Celtics: So we cool?
Doc: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don’t tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you all, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-not-ever-makin-the-playoffs-because-of-old-ass-Shaq-crap team here. It ain’t nobody else’s business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you’re gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your Miami privileges. Deal?
Celtics: Deal.
Doc: Get your asses out of here.
Nice work Jesteroo. Glad my reference wasn’t lost on everyone.
Goddammit! I haven’t seen that movie yet and you ruined the ending for me. What happened in the basement of the pawn shop?