Thursday, April 24, 2008

More NBA Playoff Views From the Balcony

The 2008 NBA Playoffs mean fireworks.

Question: do they pump in extra smoke after the fireworks? There was this much fireworks and this much smoke that just wouldn't disappear.

The 2008 NBA Playoffs mean I'm so excited that most of my pictures look like this while the Celtics are being introduced:

The 2008 NBA Playoffs mean that, during round one, game two, I get to squish Mike Bibby.

The 2008 NBA Playoffs mean Kevin Garnett getting the Defensive Player of the Year award and calling in the whole team to share the honor. They weren't listening because the Celtics have no respect for KG (hee hee hawwww hawwww) so Lucky had to help wrangle them all.

How To Make A Bibby Head - A Balcony Gal Tauntable

Going off to Game 3 in Atlanta? Bring a Bibby Head and continue the "Rondo's Better" chant. They are easy to make and lots of fun.

What you will need for this project:

-12 Popsicle sticks
-12 pieces of card stock, white
-glue stick

-a printer with plenty of color ink
-this photo
-a three year old

Directions for your Tauntable:

(1)Download and print your Bibby head (from the link above) onto card stock. This is what they look like as they are coming out of the printer. You can stand there and giggle to yourself while thinking: look, a little Bibby head pokin' out.

(2)Hand the printed sheets, the glue stick and the Popsicle sticks to the three year old. If you don't have a three year old, borrow one. But tell the parents first because we don't like when you just take our kids. Instruct the child to glue the sticks onto the back of the paper so they make a handle. Depending upon the brain function of the child and how anal YOU are, you may want to stick around and help. Otherwise just back off and let the kid go to town.

(3)optional: make yourself a cocktail.

(4)When the kid isn't looking, tape the sticks firmly to the paper. Just using a glue stick isn't going to work.

(5)Hand out Bibby heads to Balcony Neighbors and bar goers before the game.

yields one dozen heads

The Bibby heads were a good laugh. One of our Balcony Neighbors brought some print outs of his own so we were able to share them amongst the crowd in our section. Unfortunately for us, as we were working hard to get the 'Rondo's Better' chant going and had our Bibby Heads waiving, the dork fest (I'm being SOOO kind here) behind us kept yelling at us to put down the Bibby Heads and kept overpowering our chant with their standard Let's Go Celtics. Sigh. We tried. It was fun.

10 Balcony Points to each of our Balcony Neighbors who rallied hard last night.
-10 Balcony Points to each of our Balcony Neighbors who continue to act like asses and can't play nice with their Balcony Peers.
-40 Balcony Points to this camera guy who almost put our Bibby Heads on the jumbotron but then said NO WAY.

+40 Points right back at him though, because it can't be an easy job and he's kind of cute.

There is a lot more to report on last nights game but let's just start with this Tauntable (so is a word. Intructable was taken). Any suggestions for future Tauntables? Bring it on.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


I ask my reader(s) who come here only for the pictures to please bear with me as I talk about basketball for a minute. See, there's a little controversy in Celtics land. I wasn't really going to talk about it because I'm not into beating dead horses or people named Bibby. Plus, the rest of the media and blogosphere have chimed in repeatedly. But this morning I was laughing my ass off at a post I read over at Red's Army. They pointed me to this Bibby Head that I can print out and display from my balcony seat during tonight's Game Two. I'm going to be making extras, too, so if you see me waiving my Bibby Head then come on over and ask for one.

You'll have to go check out those sites for the back story. I don't have time to get into it b/c I have to run out to the store and get Popsicle sticks and more colored ink. Hmmm, should they be one-sided or two?

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Yet Another Playoff Ticket Payoff Attempt

I thought I should take one last stab at making it onto the Celtic's Dancers team. Originally I was trying to make the team so I could earn a few extra bucks to cover the cost of my playoff tickets. But now it's personal. I'm good enough, I just know it. Every team needs someone who's a little chubbier, a little more surprising than you'd expect(hellooo, Big Baby much? And I know I look great in all of these balcony shots but you'd be surprised that I sometimes use Photoshop. I'm just being honest. I don't want to deceive my fans.). So I donned my official Celtics-issued parachute and, during the last regular season game on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BALCONY GUY!!) I took the plunge.

Everything was going pretty smoothly as I careened in and prepared to get right into their act.

This picture only LOOKS like I was trying to land on Donnie Wahlberg. If I really wanted to meet Donnie, I would have marched the gazillion flight of stairs (seriously, do you know how long it takes to get down there and back? And how you really need to be in shape just to sneak down to the court from WAY UP HERE?) and had Neil Diamond The Man introduce me. It's not like I don't WANT to meet Donnie Wahlberg. It's just that I'm not all ga-ga over celebrities. Which is sad, if you think about it. I'd be the perfect seat mate on a plane or at a Celtics game for any number of celebrities. I wouldn't bother you for autographs. I wouldn't want to take my picture with you. I wouldn't even name drop like I do with The Man. Really, you might get a cute moniker just like The Man but that's as far as it goes. I'm just so casual about these things. I have yet to mention the names of the men that I sat with when I sat in The Man's seat even though they are very well known. And I've not at all mentioned The Man Next To The Man who maybe, someday, will have an entire post devoted to him when I can come up with something to say about the Irish season ticket holder who sits on the floor at the Celtics games.

And While I'm rambling on, I should just point out that Donnie Wahlberg should in no way be confused with Donnie Marshall.

Anyway, after what will be forever known in my mind as The Wahlburg Incident, I got back on tack and was in for a perfect landing.

I only covered a few of the girls with my parachute and I was only slightly off in the formation. All in all I think it was pretty great that I even got out there in front of that crowd.

Now, seeing as I don't and won't drop names, I'd like to continue this tale and mention that A PLAYER made me really feel welcome during this whole parachuting incident. A PLAYER is, as it turns out, a huge fan of little 'ole me. He immediately ran onto the court to give me a hug. If you click on the photo you'd be surprised to see that it looks like he's about to punch me but no, he was just coming in for a hug. I swear.

And while you're looking at the picture take a look at those kids who get to sit Right. Next. To. The. Cs. Bench. And the jealous man sitting behind them. How do you score those tickets? Anyone?

Again, I digress. A PLAYER asked for MY autograph. It was so sweet. Then he went to toss me the ball to sign and his arm came off with the ball. I was trying to hide my mortification so I ran to get it for him. He was so nice about it and seemed only a little embarrassed when I turned around to hand him his arm.

A PLAYER would have gotten my vote for 6th Man if Rajon Rondo hadn't scored big on that already. Congratulations to Rondo who now owns one of the greatest M&M'S® bowls in the world.