I guess starting with the first shot of the game would do. What do you notice? Thank goodness this shot didn't influence the game because 1) there was no Green under that net and 2) Paul missed. Oh, wait, Paul didn't pull down a lot of shots anyway.
The crowd going into this game was insane. The energy throughout the Garden was intense. Everywhere I turned I overheard people saying "playoff buzz." I'm not sure what that really means but I bought into it and, yes, it sure is a great buzz. Until it seems like there is no real challenge on the court and no one is doing anything pretty or fun or exciting and you get all caught up in your camera and learning all of its settings. Then not so much buzz. Someone get me some tequila.
Ohhhh, it doesn't help that I finally paid attention to where Greg Dickerson sits and I was so mesmerized by his twitching and grooming and trying to get good pictures of it from WAY UP HERE that I started to feel like I had a twitch of my own. And I kept getting itchy around the collar. There are fuzzy pictures that I will share later. When it's not the middle of the night.
For those of you who didn't start commuting to the game at 4:15 PM and weren't so into your loud music while relishing the fact that you didn't have to answer questions like, "Balcony Mummy, why do they sing I want to lick your hump?" then you missed the news and announcements about the Celtics newest acquisition. The viewers at home probably already knew that there had been a new teammate sitting on the bench in his lovely suit. Most people in the Garden had no idea. So when the announcer said, "Ladies and gentleman and rude people that sit behind Balcony Gal but are starting to behave, let's give a great Boston welcome (or something like that) to the newest Celtics player, Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn," the crowd didn't exactly go wild.
Yes, it's true, Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn is now a member of the Cs. I was so excited to hear this! Oh, I know most of you were taken by surprise but I had a premonition that Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn would be here. I've ordered my Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn jersey and it should be here tomorrow afternoon. I just hope the announcer was right. I hope he didn't mumble or slur or speak too close to the microphone. How embarrassed will I be to have the wrong jersey?
So the game itself wasn't very exciting. It was nice to see Delonte. It was nice to see that Wally still moves like his ankles aren't really a part of his body. It was nice to see KG moving like THE MAN again. Oh, and it was nice to see Scal in his warm ups and hitting the stationary bike like he was going to see action. And I've got pictures...
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TEASE! all these talks of pictures and we get one with a bunch of redshirts! harrumph! :)
I've loved Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn ever since his days with the Stillwater Sturgeons of the old OKBA (Oklahoma Basketball Association.) That was a great league, by the way. They not only had a three-point shot, but if you threw one in from beyond half-court it was four points, and if you were trailing by more than 10, they let you run up into the stands and try to throw it in from behind your own basket. If you did, you not only won the game, they gave you a date with the mayor's daughter. As a matter of fact, that's why Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn isn't in that league anymore. He hit one too many of those shots for the mayor's comfort, so he had his choice of joining the Celtics or going to jail. Last year, it would have been a tougher decision.
suldog, I remember seeing one of those games. The gymnasium didn't have stands though (we watched through the windows), so they pulled out a little used rule for such a case and one player was allowed to stand on another players shoulders near the hoop. I never caught the players names, though and, even if I did, I probably wouldn't have been able to spell them.
Yeah, they had a lot of weird rules. There was no penalty for goaltending, so often a team would just have one of their players SIT on top of the basket. Since it was impossible to score, the other team would often take off their sneakers and throw them with all their might at the guy on the basket. That was OK by him, though, because the pay scale was lousy (Blhhh Blhhh Bldrahhhnnn was getting $1.63 a game) so the guy would try to catch all the sneakers and then sell 'em after the game.
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