
Happy New Year to all.
That Boston loss, much like the party at my place last weekend, seems a lot like a drunken black out. I vaguely remember certain parts of it and the parts that I do remember seem dream-like and surreal. Like, wait did that really happen? And the answer to that question is found in the gory box score and assorted accounts from my friends and girlfriend. Either way, here are some moments of clarity:
+ Those shorts. I mean, every time some NBA team breaks out the throwbacks, the broadcasters will remark about how crazy it would be if they went all the way and wore the booty shorts to boot. Ok, maybe only Stu Lantz does that. But admit it, the morbidly curious cat that lives inside all of us wanted to see it too.
But I guess we should have known that it wouldn't have turned out well. Or are you the only person in the world who never wore the funny t-shirt to the bar? Yeah, it's hilarious for about 5 minutes, but then after that, you just feel stupid. By the end of the night, you're wishing you had just went with your standard issue, American Eagle graphpaper button down. (Oh, the safe, comfortable graphpaper button down, the staple of the non-metrosexual man's closet.)

You could almost sense the moment in the first quarter when the Lakers realized that it was a bad idea. They were self conscious and distracted. And even worse, it seemed to cause the Celtics to focus even more. Because from all accounts, it sounds like on-court KG is as intense as ever with Boston this year. And what better way for him to further this reputation by remaining stone-cold during all the short-short silliness. Against the streaking Lakers. At Staples. And the rest of the guys seem to follow suit.
+ Surveying the paper plate mess the morning after the party:
Me: Whoa, who made frozen taquitos last night?
Girlfriend: You did.
Me: Oh.
+ Lamar tackling Ray Allen was weird. Yeah, the big three of the Celtics were in the game during the 4th in a blow out. But to me, that was more in homage to the Laker's offense and the (suddenly) streaky nature of Kobe's shooting. That or Doc Rivers' ineptitude. Lamar just makes some bad decisions sometimes, plain and simple.
+ An excerpt from a phone conversation with one of my friends the next day:
Me: Man what time did you guys leave last night? Was I already passed out?
Friend: Naw, you were awake. You said bye and everything.
Me: ... right.
+ Man, 6-25 from Kobe? Why does his shot look so flat this year? Is it the groin? I'm not sure what it is. But where is his trademark shooting flow? Like, the last few years, it seemed like he'd get hot at least once a game and end up shooting nightly heat checks. This year, I only remember him doing this a handful of times.
+ During an ill-advised screening of Godfather II, disc 2 at roughly 1 am, right where young Don Vito takes revenge on Don Ciccio:
(Keep in mind, this was a pretty important/climactic part of the movie and a few people who never seen it before, and many more who have, were intently watching.)
Me: See this is where Michael gets his revenge gene from. Right here. This scene. Cause he coulda let it go. But yeah, naw he came all the way back to Sicily just to put a knife in this guys' belly. And that's what Michael does: Not letting shit go. Fucker's straight evil man. Serious... Dude! I read on
Wikipedia about the Godfather book. TOTALLY DIFFERENT! Well not really. It's more or less the same. Just more info on the side characters. But yeah, naw like the doctor that fixes Michael's face after the Police Captain broke his jaw. Yeah he's in the book a lot more. Oh and Fredo was gay. Hahaha, fucking Fredo... Yeah, naw but seriously, Vito is goddamn pimp. Man, ho man this movie is the shit! Hahahah. (
Sigh) Pinche Don Ciccio.
And I was pretty much doing that the whole way through.
+ Overall, the Boston loss isn't as troubling as I initially thought. They've only lost 3 times this season, for shit's sake. To me, getting swept by them isn't as bad as getting swept by Charlotte and Milwaukee last year. Now that the season series is over, they can just be a Final Boss of sorts looming in the back of our minds. I guess we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it. And here's to finding that bridge in the first place.
+ In full fledged what-the-hell-happened-last-night mode:
Me: Did I go on a Laker rant last night?
Girlfriend: Not really. You did a little. But mostly you talked about how glad you are for the Trevor Ariza trade.
Me: That's cause he's fucking sweet!