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February 10, 2007
Rock Bottom
I never leave games early. I think in seven years of going to 20+ Celtics' games a year, I've bailed out four or five times. Last night I bailed out.
17 losses in a row. A completely flat, uninspired performance in a string of mostly flat, uninspired performances. New Jersey opens up a 17 point lead with about 4 minutes to go. Celtics call time out. And here comes Lucky with FREE T-SHIRTS!!!!!
If the franchise doesn't care, why should I?
UPDATE AND A WEE CLARIFICATION: Jay at HubBlog interprets this as me thinking the players don't care, which is not the point I wanted to make. The players, for the most part, are either playing as hard as ever (Delonte, Jefferson), playing through pain (Kendrick) or slumps (Gomes), or are legitimately learning their way around (Rondo, Gerald*). When I say the franchise doesn't care, it's more of an institutional thing: you never see Danny Ainge at the games, ownership is mum (imagine Mark Cuban during a month-long losing streak?), and the sending out Lucky and the cheerleaders with T-shirts in the middle of a blowout, to me, is the final nail in the coffin of whatever respect this organization had for actual basketball fans. And that's why I stormed out of there in a rage last night. We know this seaon's lost, and some of us seem to be taking it harder than the people who can do something about it.
*UPDATE II: Gerald Green is skating on the edge of the Kedrick Brown "so much potential" ice right now. I'm watching closely.
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