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May 22, 2007
Fate To Celtics: Drop Dead
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
It was all for nothing. The injuries. The tanking (fine, we can say it now). The agony. The misery. The futile dream that something might go right for the Celtics.
Fifth pick. It literally couldn't have gone any worse for the Celtics. Well, maybe it could, because at least Oden and Durant are both bound for the Western Conference, where we'll only see them twice a year and not in the playoffs (ask Jim Mora about that). But this was a kick in the face from David Stern's iron boot.
I was at Clerys in the South End for the FSN Lottery Party (attended by Delonte West; pictures are here), and it was horrible to hear the air get sucked out of the room when the NBA geek opened envelope #5. They even brought everybody outside beforehand to honor Red with a huge cloud of cigar smoke. No dice.
So what now? We could start looking at that Chinese guy (who has potential and is somewhere between 19 and 35 years old). Or Noah (who I think will be better than most people think). Or Horford. Or Wright. Or it won't matter, because Danny Ainge will trade the pick for Sebastian Telfair's brother and some ancient stiff who will come off the salary cap in 2012.
You know what? I'm not jumping off the bridge yet. Maybe Tony Allen comes back. Maybe Gerald makes an improvement half as big as Al Jefferson's third-year improvement. Maybe Rondo develops a shot; maybe Perkins adds something (anything) to his game. And we're still in the Atlantic Division. But, dammit, I wish I'd be thinking about going deep into the playoffs, instead of my 12th straight year of hoping everything goes right and we just get there.
I hate sports.
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I have had 2 reactions.
My first was anger at the Celtics getting the short end of the stick yet again from the NBA, and feeling the same "I hate sports" feeling.
My second was continued anger, but adding to it the idea that if I were the Celtics, I would now say something like "Forget it" and build a team that will win the championship despite all of the obstacles that the league keeps putting in their way and then thumb my nose at them in some way when they have to give us the trophy.
That last way would be Red Auerbach's way. We can only hope that it is Danny Ainge's.
Posted by: Vin | May 23, 2007 01:05 PM
