Showing posts with label paul pierce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paul pierce. Show all posts

Friday, June 6, 2008

I Love Paul Pierce


My last post was about why. This is just all about the picture I took during game one of the 2008 NBA finals. Perhaps one of my favorite Balcony Gal photos of the 2007-2008 season. The smoke (the lame version of the fire works which are no longer allowed) filling the air, Paul's scream that echoed through the crowd as they screamed as well and the goose bump inducing feeling of the lights being out and the Garden being full and the crowd being amped and Paul leading the way. Lead the way, Paul. Lead the way.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

A List

April 5, 2008

1) 12 Balcony Points to Prianna Lee for showing up a day before they were going to make her show up through induction. Way to show initiative, Ms. Pierce!
2) Congratulations to Prianna's parents, Paul Pierce and Julie Landrum. Julie, can I call you Julie? You automatically get 20 Balcony Points for giving birth right before the playoffs. I'm going to give you 2 points for every night you get through during the playoffs. And 10 points for every time you are super mom and let PP off the hook from diaper duty so he can concentrate on work. Of course, I'm not going to know of these times if you don't call me or email me to let me know. Or, better yet, start a blog. Something along the lines of "the Celtics Baby" or "Born into the Green" or "You Can't Dribble A Baby" or "The Truth is That There is a Lot of Poop."
3) With so many new babies in the Celtics family I'm not surprised to see a rise on merchandise like this and this. The latter I admit to having wanted last season.
4) My Balcony Baby, who is a month shy of turning two, used to accompany us to Celtics games when she was a wee thing. I'm not going to lie when I tell you I breast fed her (yes, I said breast in a Celtics blog) while at the game. And before I get lots of nasty mail on the subject let me just say zip it. There weren't many people around, the kid was hungry, and let's face it, a boob coming out at a sporting event is going to be met with cheers.
5) Our playoff tickets arrived yesterday. Pretty. Oh so pretty. We did put in for another string of tickets but didn't get them. I'm ok with that. It was a heck of a lot of money to have to shell out just to maintain our cool status. You do know we're cool, right?
6) I'm working on this post while the Cs are playing the Bobcats. Pierce, KG & Ray Allen all have the night off and I'm so happy to see the way everyone else is playing without the Big Three. The points, the boards, the high fives, the team work. It's nice. There are a few things I'd change but I'm not the coach and what's the point in discussing that on this blog. I'll go make comments on other people's blogs.
7) The lack of fans in the Bobcat's stadium is sad. Those empty floor seats. The empty seats behind the benches. I'd love to have them pan up so we can see if the Balcony is representing.
8) Remind me to run a contest I've been sitting on. I just need to talk to The Man first...Don't let the suspense kill you.
9) Anyone else ready for the playoffs already?
10) I love Mohawks. Big Baby, I love your Mohawk. I'm even willing to show my support for you and the team but sporting my own. I'd even dye it green. I'm ok with the Mohawk.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Celtics and Cavs Part II

Or Gino's Back and Other Highlights


Yes, it's true. Gino is back. When there was 2:49 left in the 4th the Garden erupted to the American Bandstand sounds and sights of Gino and company. It felt nice. I don't know why Gino dissapeared but it's so nice to see his return.

My seat
WAY UP HERE allows for some good photos (if the lighting is right, if I'm taking a shot of something right next to me, or if I let someone else take the shot). Since I like to use photos that I've taken you'll just have to put up with mine.

There are people that think Lucky is a lame mascot. I've even heard rumor that he's egotistic. But you have to give him credit: that boy can fly through the air with precision so you can't dispute his athleticism (that mean you). I'm trying really hard to keep from making comments about his tight little butt flying through the air.




Here are some shots of Paul doing what he does. His face can be so fierce.





I almost forgot a very important photo. For the back story just go here.



There will be more but for now this will have to do. I have to get to work on my next money making scheme to pay for my playoff tickets. I'm open to ideas...