After the Celts win on Friday, and the joke we made of the king, we were feeling high and mighty as they introduced the world champs on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. “And at point guard, Stephon Marbury.”
Silence overtook the garden.
A punk who has played only about a half hour of basketball in the past year starting for the world champions.
And he played like a punk. The whole team played like punks for the first half. It was worse than before the trade. Even Pierce couldn’t sink a shot. At the half we were down by twenty-two points. Most we have been down all season at the half. People were racing to the beer line. getting two a piece. The lines for the mens room twice as long as usual. People walked like ghosts.
But here’s the thing. Come the third quarter, no one left.
No one had decided to go for a stroll on the public garden, instead they stayed in the misery of the Boston harden, holding on to beer and hope. And this I believe a new Boston trend. The Boston hopeful. A new sports era has dawned on us. The Red Sox showed our city we are truly the comeback kids first in 2004 and again last season. There are no impossibilities within our sports teams. 7-0 down against Tampa. And what did we do? We stayed alive that much longer. The Patriots lose Brady in the first game of the season. Did we start watching soccer? Hells no. Even when plagued with other injuries we saw a triumphant season from our boys and watched as Cassel grew into a star.
The Celtics trailing by twenty majority of the game, and there goes Big Baby, another injury on our already banged up team. And what did they do?
They played their hearts out. They got all the fans standing. The got the gap to three points. And with Allen open for a three, we still lost in points. But the Celtics won in character last night. Both players and fans showed we aren’t about to give up. That’s not what this city is about. Not until the fat lady sings. And the truth is, the Garden’s so loud, we usually can’t hear her.
