I Am Not Scot Pollard

All of the pictures in this post were taken by me, Balcony Gal. I hope you like them. In case you didn't know, you can click on them to make them larger. It's very exciting.

I love my Balcony seats. I enjoy MOST of the people around me. Like the guys in front and the ones just to my left. There is a guy who sits in front of me who often comes with his pretty wife. This guy is really smiley and happy and loves that he's a Balcony Person. He even had these seats last season when, well, we all wondered why we had seats. I'd like you to meet Super Nice, Really Smiley Guy:


I enjoy the Celtics Dancers. I didn't enjoy them last season when their moves were rough and the only thing in sync was the music. Really, I wanted to like them but it was tough to watch. And then this season they broke through. They got it together. And it's fun to not only watch them but to listen to the men around me who are sitting with their men friends and talking about the girls. And constantly look at their pictures. Notice here is not just one guy looking but two. They weren't the only ones but I couldn't get everyone in the same shot.


When Rondo was poked in the eye with 1:57 left in the 4th by Fred "Pokey McPokster" Jones I thought he was going out. It looked like another of our good men was going down. But after Pierce knighted him Sir Rondo The Great Gaurd he rallied with blurry vision.


We got a pleasant surprise at this game. On the drive in, while stuck in the traffic (see previous post), we got a call from our friends . They scored tickets from work and wanted to see us. YIPPEE. We love these friends and don't get to see them often enough. When we finally made it to our seats we got to be THOSE people and called the friends on the horn and said "we're here." Then we waved like fools and pointed and waved some more. Then the guy friend popped over for a quick visit. It was a warm and fuzzy time.

And now the moment we've all been waiting for. This is where I talk about Scot Pollard. I like Pollard. He makes me laugh when he does those little TV skit thingies. And his hair makes me laugh, too.

I didn't have the white headband. All I could find was the black one I use when I wash my face. And I couldn't decide where best in the house to take the picture so I have at least 40 versions. Should I even admit that? This is not a proud moment for me but it was too good not to share. This is not a look I recommend.

I will not wear it on a plane. I will not wear it on a train. I will not wear it here or there. I will not wear it anywhere. No, Scot Pollard, I will not wear your hair.

The end.

Where Did Gino Go?

There were no Gino sightings tonight on the big screen at the Garden. Scratch that, some guy wearing a homemade Gino t-shirt was flashed up there for about two seconds but that was it. Loud boys who sit behind me kept yelling for Gino but nobody heard.

Traffic getting into the Garden tonight was HORRIBLE. I drive to each of these games I attend because I'm located a fair distance from the garden, on a small hill in the central Mass town known for it's larger hills. Usually I have to swing by Balcony Guy's office on the way in to pick him up too, because he bikes to work and can't just bring the bike into the game. Normally it's pretty smooth sailing. I've talked here before about the long parking garage wait after the game. We're used to it so it's not a bother. But by the time we got through the heavy Boston traffic and close to the Garden, the North Station garage was closed. CLOSED. Ick.

Because of our tardiness we missed a large chunk of the beginning of the game. I didn't see Scalabrine go down but I heard it on the radio. Seriously, this was the actually commentary on WEEI:
First announcer: Looks like Scalabrini is heading for the locker room. He may have a groin injury.
Second Announcer: Oh well.

Sigh. I can only shake my head at that. Balcony Princess was very sad this morning when I told her that her man Scal was hurt. She'll be making a get well card later. It will probably be pink.

I did see Big Baby go down. He went hard. Both teams were already back up the court before either of them realized he was down. He went up with the ball right under the board. He did some very strange triple sow cow with a back flip and his shot didn't quite get off and next thing you know he's laying on his left side and rocking back and forth. Turns out his quad is strained or his knee is twisted (reports at the time of writing were conflicting) and he had the help of Scot Pollard to get off the court.

I'm going to show you some pictures now as a recap of my Balcony evening. I'm borrowing the basic idea here from Bossy so don't go thinking I'm all cool and came up with this on my own. I'm still cool, just didn't come up with this idea.

The above is clearly Davis on the ground. The crowd went a little crazy when he stood up but I was surprised at the lack of encouragement for our Big Baby. I'm still clapping for you Big Baby!


Allen was named as an All-Star game replacement for Washington's Caron Butler, who is sidelined by injury. The crowd went wild as the announcement was made and his picture flashed above us:


It's hard to be a Balcony Gal at times. I find that after years of hearing Tommy while I watch the game, I miss his commentary. I really want to know what he was saying (because it's exactly what he was thinking) here:


We The Balcony People had no idea what Isiah Thomas said to get ejected. Above is his hug with Doc Rivers before he left the court. I do know that people love this stuff. Take, for instance, that guy I've talked about before, the one who has paid good money for his season ticket and has NOTHING nice to say about ANYONE. He was having a field day with Isiah and I admit it was funny.

It wasn't funny when he started yelling that Powe sucks. Go ahead Celtics Fans and chime in about that one. Does Powe suck? I didn't think so.

I've got a few more pictures from the evening and fun things to talk about but those will be for another post. The excitement of another win, of a team playing hard though their big guys are down, of the Knicks losing again, is just too much for me to handle right now. It is a Happy Valentine's Day. I LOVE YOU, BOSTON CELTICS. Love, Balcony Gal.

40-9

Doesn't that record have a beautiful ring to it? Ahhh, say it ten times fast - fourty to nine - and you still won't be able to stop smiling. Way to go, Celtics!

And now for some more reviews. Still not sure what to get your valentine? Been jilted by a Knicks fan? Then it's time for one of these.

Or looking to make yourself feel great and get people thinking? Then go for one of these.

Know of a Cs fan with a kidlette? Then you certainly need to grab one of these. It's only $9.99 and sure to make that kid even cuter. Of course it can also be used as a gift for that person you just broke up with. All you need is one of those bib extenders. I just tried to find one online and came up empty so get yourself to the fabric store and pick up some Velcro. You'll figure it out.

There's one more shirt worth checking out. OK, there are many shirts there worth checking out but this one below can't go unmentioned. You can pick one of these up for yourself if you're feeling cheeky. Or, guys, this is a much better option than the thong. We gals can buy our own under garments thank-you-very-much. But this shirt, which you'll no doubt smile at for a gazillion different reasons when you look at it, is a much better investment. Think of it this way: you don't want your gal walking around showing everyone her sexy underwear. Got it?
Balcony Guy and I aren't into celebrating Valentine's day. It's just one of those things we didn't feel we needed to buy in to (read: cheap and mushy all year long). We'll celebrate with the Balcony Gals this year because the oldest is old enough to understand and she likes pink.

Oh, and tonight is date night anyway. We'll be sitting in our Balcony Seats cheering on our boys in green. GO Cs!! What are you doing tonight? And for Valentine's day? Share.

You Too Can See KG Play

If You Buy A Seat To Another Minnesota Game

Did you hear that? Minny fans were able to buy tickets to see their old pal Kevin Garnett play ONLY IF they bought tickets to another game. I understand marketing. I love marketing. Marketing is one way I make a living (bet you're wondering what I really do, huh?). But as a sports fan this would twist my boobs (I was going to say burn my butt but I'll take advantage of the fact that I'm a female blogging about the Celtics. Are there any others out there?!!? If so, speak up now because I could use you next to me. More on this later).

Back to the topic at hand. How do you feel about this? In struggling seasons past would you have bought tickets to see someone you had loved come back to play on the Garden court? If so, would you have always bought the mandatory second pair of tickets to another game in the future? I don't know why this is bothering me so much. Perhaps it's because I'm writing during half time while Balcony Guy is watching Live Free or Die Hard and I could give two burps about this movie. Maybe his strategy isn't so bad because, while it's great to see Big Al and crew play, it's not fun to watch the C's struggle. Actually, I'm still having a hard time seeing those boys in Timberwolves clothing which is in direct correlation to something I mentioned here.

So, ladies. Are you out there? Are you a Celtics fan? Or are you somehow connected to someone who's an NBA fan? By now you've noticed that there are a lot of games. It's not just a Sunday or Monday night taken over by the game. It's most of the week. What are your thoughts on this? If you're wrapped up in one of these NBA teams then you understand this. If you're just coming into this then it might be a bit shocking. It's ok, you can let it all out here.

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8:28 to go in the 4th: Posey just pulled a pretty hustle. Oh so pretty. He scrapped for the ball and from the ground did SOOO THE RIGHT THING and hurled it back toward the C's net. If there is one thing you learn in any sport, it's to keep the ball away from the opponent's goal. Basics are what make it beautiful. Oh, that sounds pretty. I'll have to save that for another post.

Mere seconds left in the game: POWE, POWE, POWE. Balcony Guy has been behind POWE since day one and I've never doubted his hyping Leon and tonight, OMG, tonight. All I can say is POWE.

Oh, I hate to see the Cs struggle to get back on top but, I tell you, I've said it before (I think) I love these nail biters. They are what make this game exciting. That and the Celtics. The Celtics are making this game exciting once again.

And, true to form, since this isn't all about the game but what I see during the game, I spent a lot of time here tonight. Loving this place. If you are also sitting at home watching the game and at the same time in front of your computer then this is the place to be while multitasking. Don't think I'll make it easy...you have to navigate to where the happening forums are. Go ahead and check it out. You can thank me later.

We Interrupt This Celtics Broadcast for Some Girlie Fun

I know this will annoy my male readers reader, but I've got to interrupt my Celtics posting to gush a little about my new bag. Yup, a bag. First of all, it's not any old bag. It's a super luscious Veronica London bag that I WON. And I'm not just gushing b/c I want to kiss up to the gals at CareerBags.com from whom I won the bag in the hopes that they will send over one of their luscious yoga bags for me to check out and review. No, I'm gushing because this bag is worth the gushing. It's leather and suede and it's for a real working woman. ME! I am one of those.

See, I belong to this fantastic site for working moms aptly named Work It, Mom! I love being a member of that mom community because there are other moms like me who juggle their family life and work life. Plus they run a lot of contests for great mom gear, like this bag. So I entered the contest which was pretty simple: submit a photo of your bag. Well, I'm not ashamed to say that I put up three photos, one of my $20 Target purse that's quite cute, one of my yoga gear bag and one of the diaper bag. Oh, dear diaper bag. Random fact: two of those three bags have been to Celtics games so, see, there is some relevancy here. And I'd bring my new bag to my balcony seat just so I could look all professional-like but I don't want the bag to get hurt. Seriously, put your bag under your seat and you're sure to find it filled with beer and peanut shells by the end of the game. Only old bags need apply.

Back to my new bag. LOVE IT! It has room for everything and it even has my initials on it. Yummy. It's black leather. The interior is a soft blue that goes with nothing I own but still looks good with my complexion. It has a removable laptop bag (key) and room for all of my work-type accessories: pens, business cards, cell phone, blue tooth headset, palm pilot, clipboard, scrap paper, water bottle, sharpies and can even fit my big recording headphones just in case. Well, if I hold the water bottle then the headphones will fit. Ohhh, and there's even a convenient place to clip my keys on the inside so I don't have to look so rushed and clip them on the outside to the nice nickel hardware. I SHALL RESPECT THE BAG. This picture is Balcony Baby having commandeered both my yoga mat and my bag. She's either doing a deep squat or filling her diaper but that's for another post.

Serious Balcony Points, say 12, to the CareerBags.com team for putting up such a great bag. And for packing it in such a great way. The box was big enough for Balcony Princess and Balcony Baby to take turns riding in. The paper in the box has already been turned into Valentine's Day projects which, in our house, include green hearts because of the Celtics and because Balcony Princess likes everything to match. I'm pretty sure Big Baby and Scal will be getting green heart valentine's from the little Balcony Girls.

So I'm one lucky gal. I've got great seats to see a great team play mostly great games. I've got a great Balcony Family. I've got some great mom friends (big wave to my WIM BFF, Kate!) and now I've got a great bag to pull it all together. Ahhhh. Watchugot?

PS: to that male reader, you may score balcony points (or whatever it is she hands out for goodness) with your Valentine if you get a bag from CareerBags.com. Shameless Plug.

For all of you who think Scal should never see the court again I say, "Phlllbbbbttttt!" The boy's not perfect and his stats are lacking in comparison to, well, most of the NBA, but that boy brings joy to the hearts of people like me. (cue music) People who have been that player. (pan in, slow motion shot of the crowd jumping to their feet) And you know what, we know we suck but people like us anyway because we help in our own way. We're loud and know how to kiss ass encourage our teammates.

Ok, got that out of my system. Waddagame. I'm sad we are not sitting in our balcony seats tonight. Our friends are there in our place (I'm waving at you, Jim & Donna) because I'm all doped up on Sudafed and Balcony Guy is getting over yesterday's tangle with food poisoning. So in the comfort of our own home we get to see grown men getting scrappy. And by scrappy I mean like an NCAA division III women's team. Not that I know what I'm talking about or anything (wink, wink). The boys should have just lined up on each foul line and played dodgeball.


Cassell. I could say a lot about Sammy boy but the crowd and the replays were really clear. You can't take a guy's head off with your arm and pretend it didn't happen. Tommy Heinsohn said it best, "Shut up and get to the locker room." Oh, I guess if I had been sitting in my balcony seat I would have totally missed that comment. I'd give a gazillion balcony points to Tommy but he's sitting on all of those Tommy Points. What's he need with what I've got?

Had I been at the game I would have also missed the commentary that the flu is going through the NBA. Guess that can't be helped when you're in close contact with peoples armpits and everyone is dribbling their balls.

Congratulations, Cs, on another well earned victory.

All Things Green and Gooey

I have to hand it to the boys for playing strong last night. They really pulled up when they were behind and, while they lost, they looked good doing it. Oh, I know, I would have liked to see them win too, but the adrenaline, people, the adrenaline! These nail biters are keeping me from sitting still during a game. The constant jumping up and down and clapping and punching my fist in the air and high fiving people around me are keeping me young. Something like that.

Two things to point out. One: I'm so proud of my Balcony Princess. She begged to stay up late to watch the game (no problem there since it was an early game!) and as soon as she saw the team she said. "They're wearing green. That means that aren't at home tonight." Awww, makes a mama proud. Then she started yelling, "Go Big Baby" which was just hilarious. She gets 3 balcony points because that's how old she is.

Two: My dear, dear Paul Pierce. What a trooper you are to get out there and playing while feeling flu-like symptoms. No one likes to have the flu. Looking at your face and seeing the struggle you were going through was tough. I just wanted to tell you to go lie down and to get plenty of liquids in you but I know, I know, I know what it's like to need to rally. You rallied well, boy.

Still on two here: Now, the mother in me has to say, "Watchudoin? What in the name of all things green and good are you doing? Spreading your germs throughout the NBA is not nice. Gifting others with flu like symptoms is bad. Bad, I tell you.

Now everyone go wash your hands after touching that ball.