Neither wisdom or technique has a place in this.
A real man does not think of victory or defeat.
He plunges recklessly,
But wakes in dream
Game Two brought a new sense of fear and excitement to the Beast Lair. On the eve of what is our own pesach, the Celtics delivered a victory over the depleted Knicks. It was an ugly victory though and the ugliness could have been avoided. We need not have taken cold showers and sought gravity fed redemption afterward but our Celtics gave us little choice if we were to be up and all Bake McBride today.
Carmelo poured in 42 but it was not enough to overcome the losses of Stoudemire and Billups. Bill “ThunderBeast” Walker provided the spark the Celtics needed off the Knicks bench with an otherworldly 0 for 11 shooting performance. Jared Jefries had a chance to shoot for the win, but, in classic New York Knicks fashion, bungled it epically away.
Rondo was again is brilliant form, taking what the Knicks gave him, turning Tony Douglas’s D’Antoni coached D into the best matador show this side of San Miquel D’Allende. When they shut him down, he found the open man. Peirce put in another lunch-pail game, though we were unnerved by the pound the dribble tendency he displayed again at crunch time. J O’Neal is doing his best to rejuvenate his career and we are all the better for it. The bench on the other-hand was pretty much disastrous which does undermine the deeply devoted faith we hold dear here in the Beast Lair.
The coaching match-up we were initially intrigued by is showing itself to be no contest. Eurotrash D’Antoni is revealing himself to be an inept in-game manager and one who is constantly costing his team possessions, momentum and victories. Doc, on the otherhand, kept a steady hold on the reins though we do wish, when the Knicks began to relent after Stoudemire’s disappearance, that he pushed the Celtics to really step on the Knickerbockers’ throats.
It was nice to see Shelton booed though part of us – the uncivil part – wishes someone would Moby the failed commercial director…
We will celebrating with you today Boston so be safe and stay in your car
These have been dark months here in the Beast Lair. Like the mersa virus that almost ate Clifford Ray’s foot, we have had the departure of Our Sensei eating at the soul of our devotion. Even the Extraordinary among us have been lowered, kicked in the back of the knee with petulance and doubt. Still, rebirth comes in many forms – sometimes it is humbly submitting to the way of things. Sometimes it is the stabbing sorrow that reawakens the heart. Sometimes it is a jump shot from the corner with 11.6 seconds left.
It is easy to be a Holy Man on the Top of a Mountain – B. Murray
In this corner of the world, where all good things like America and Basketball began, it is easy to be a mindful follower of a way. To find true deliverance from the ugly sins of an unexamined life, maybe the hinterlands of OckCity are the best place to reestablish roots, and to grow a new school. We though, left here, in the birthplace of the game, where the roundball lotus tree began as peach baskets in Naismith’s gymnasium, we must persevere, redouble our efforts and remember what sages like Russell, Cousey, Cowens and Bird have taught. We stay, deep in the recesses of the Beast Lair, awaiting a new championship bodhisattva with baited breath and fresh water in the tube. Sometimes it takes a Jesus to shoot for enlightenment. Namaste Ray, namaste…
So the playoffs began last night. We were too frightened to publish our preview, too worried that the Green had lost their soul on the road to Damascus, Oklahoma. Such is the truth of life lived in both night and day. The Three Magi of Hoops Histrionics weren’t ready yet though to leave the field of battle. Paul, though only 6 for 16 from the field, did deliver a workman 18 points and made that gloriously inspired pass to Ray to close the game out. Kevin, using J. O’Neal as his Sensei stand-in, clawed us back close with a solid double double he highlighted with 5 offensive rebounds and a glorious inbound dunk with 37 seconds left. Mr. Allen, seemingly always aware of the liturgical schedule, made it his Palm Sunday with high fives all around after the curved blade of a final second three found its home in the belly of the upstart Knick’s dreams.
We would be remise if we didn’t mention the near triple double of Our Sensei’s dear sidekick, Rajon “Save Us Johnny” Rondo. No player internally was more effected by Our Sensei’s departure than the mercurial Kentucky point guard. It was nice to see the vision of Our Immovable Screening Sensei has begun to fade from the best set-the-table-pg-in-the-game-today’s memory. No, the shooting was not perfect, but the inbounds to Garnett was the game’s Jon-the-Baptist to Ray’s Walk on Water three. Without that demoralizing response to Tony Douglas’s stepback three, all might have been lost. We know you miss him Rajon. We miss him too…
Celtics Win 87-85
My father was more crushed than me. He’s been a season-ticket holder since 1973 and still attends 25 Celtics games per year. As he explained last night, “I was invested in Perkins. I sit 15 feet from their bench — I watched him grow up. I don’t think sports is always about winning and losing. We might be better, but right now, I don’t care. I liked the team we had. It doesn’t feel right that he’s not on this team.”
The apocalypse edition. Kendrick Perkins gets traded and the beast lair burns in rage.
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