Good teams and grown up players do not go easily
I apparently must bow to the superior intellect of friends.
I had absolutely written off the Celtics – before Game 4 as a matter of fact – and it was with grudging respect that I watched them stave off elimination once again last night, lying on the couch entirely surprised at what was transpiring.
But it gets to the heart of what I’ve been preaching for quite some time: There is nothing more important than having some old guys around who’ve been through just about everything and lived to tell.
Experience counts because Old Heads just know how to get things done.
Look at Paul Pierce? He could barely move in the fourth quarter he was so worn out but he kept making a shot here and there, drawing a double-team every now and then and running like he was in quicksand.
Did you see KG? He had 18 rebounds, it seemed he was almost too tired to woof very much but he got the job done and made perhaps the shot of the game by calmly knocking down that 18-footer in the final minute.
Avery Bradley looked like Avery Brown (you’ve got to go deep to get that one, kudos to anyone who can) and they basically didn’t have a point guard, a fact hammered home by some possessions where they treated the ball like it was radioactive.
And they won. Kind of handily. Because they are smart and savvy and know when to rest, when to turn it on; they trust each other, trust the coach, trust the system and I cannot hammer home how important that is.
It’s not usually about pure talent and athleticism, it’s about teamwork and familiarity and simply saying, ‘screw it, we’re making play.’
Now, the Knicks were complicit in the result, of course. JR Smith disappeared, Carmelo Anthony went through long stretches of soul-sucking hero ball and they looked entirely discombobulated at times.
But the story, to me at least, was the Celtics and their unwillingness to go quietly into that good night.
No clue whether they’ve got one more in them, let alone two (although I know people who are dead sure they’ll be just fine) but even if they don’t, they can go out with their heads held high.
(One addendum, though: At the end of the game, seeing Jordan Crawford, who had as much impact the game as I did, chirping at midcourt was despicable. Jordan Crawford should have been back in the locker room laying out towels and lotion and clothes for Garnett and Pierce and everyone else and telling how thankful he was that they’re making playoff bonus money for him.)
Just because this guy should be a favourite of everyone and if it’s a long day, it’s a nice distraction.
You can never have enough Van Morrison, right?
Bosox 10, TOD 1.
Bruins 4, Pucks 1.
Impact 6, TFCs 0.
Most successful local team of the night might have been the HOTH. They didn’t lose.
No, Super Son’s Jazz Lab won’t be on stage with The Stones later this month but the Cawthra choir will be and by osmosis that’s pretty cool.
And now the lad might want to actually go and see one of the concerts and that can’t be a bad thing. And if any of you go see ‘em, let me know how they sound, okay?
I’ll have to pay a bit of attention tonight at the school’s big spring festival to hear just how good they are.
Didn’t someone once say something about silk and sow’s ear?
(I’m not just imaging an old saying, am I?)
Well, that’s kind of what went racing through the head yesterday with the breathless announcement that the NBA was going to wind up its Vegas Summer league season with some kind of one-and-done playoff tournament that will eventually crown a “champion.”
I know there are those among you who have a huge interest in summer league, despite the quality of play, the (horrid) quality of officiating and the rather “relaxed” manner in which it all unfolds. But it’s still summer league and the only reason I can imagine that they’ve decided to name a “winner” is because it gives NBA TV another few days of July programming and if you’re somewhere in July watching summer league basketball on TV, I’d suggest you expand your entertainment options.
Mail. Now. At firstname.lastname@example.org. Now. Thanks.
Well, the Caricature gets back on the bully pulpit yet again last night (no, I didn’t watch; I read the reports after including this one in our paper) and this questionable Don Cherry sentence got to me:
“I have seen things and I have heard of things that go on in the dressing room, when the women are in there, are disgusting,”
And I need someone – anyone – to ask him this:
“When, pray tell, was the last time you were in a professional sports locker room when women and men were doing their jobs?”
This is a TV talking head who works from a studio, he has no more a clue of what goes on in a room these days than you do.
He’s a loudmouth living in a bygone era who, obviously, has no clue what he’s talking about if he’s making ridiculous statements like that.
And now we’re done with him. Forever I hope.