It’s been a while since I flat-out told my co-blogger and co-person Patrick Allen he’s full of it. I believe the last time was over Jimmy Clausen — so that clearly means he’s due for a reality check. We’ve had our spouts over the NFL Draft, but I haven’t really layed into the guy for a month now, and you can tell he’s already starting to get cocky.
So you can imagine how I must have felt when I wandered over to Paddy’s other blog, King James Gospel, which is completely dedicated to the Cleveland Cavaliers, featuring a YouTube of LeBron posterizing my beloved Kevin Garnett of my even-more-beloved Boston Celtics. That is ugly, disgusting behavior and both Paddy and LeBron should be ashamed of themselves.
I’m outing myself to Addicts everywhere: I grew up on the east coast, in the ’80s, in the time of Bird, McHale, and Parish. I seeped in the multi-generational culture of excellence that brewed in Celtic Green, from Russell and Cousy to Havlicek and Cowen to Pierce and Garnett. And then I moved to the Ozarks when I was 9. But still!
Now these two teams face each other in the playoffs, a rivalry of anger and bitterness that rivals the relationship Paddy and I ourselves share. So in the name of the Celtics’ rich history of 17 NBA championships, and the Cavs’ rich history of getting knocked out of the playoffs by Michael Jordan, I declare a bet on Patrick Allen:
My Celtics will knock your Cavaliers out of the playoffs. Period. And if they don’t, I will purchase a Raiders hat, take a picture of me wearing it, and post it on this blog along with a celebration of Al Davis: the man, the myth, the zombie. But I will only accept this offer if you swear to do the same if they do.
THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT MAKE US MEN. GO CELTICS.