As we await the inevitable Kobe-LeBron clash -- as you know, these things are determined by the NBA before the season even begins; heck, I have the memo right in front of me -- let us consider why everyone (I know) still hates the Celtics.
If you're unfortunate enough to be as old as Couch Slouch is -- which means growing up in the 1960s, stumbling through college in the '70s, getting married and divorced in the '80s and getting married and divorced again in the '90s -- then you qualify as a First Generation Celtics Hater.
The recent Celtics renaissance has been bothersome, worsened by other Boston-area championship runs by the Patriots and the Red Sox. And the
I am still scarred from a childhood of watching the Celtics get call after call and win title after title; the only benefit was that it prepared me for an adulthood of watching Duke games.
For years, any deciding game of a Celtics playoff series was virtually scripted. They felt like Harlem Globetrotters-Washington Generals games, minus the bucket of confetti.
Auerbach didn't pay off the referees, he simply had them "relocated" if they didn't comply.
Here are three largely factual Celtics facts:
•They never lost a Game 7 at Boston Garden on a Sunday.
•There was not a traveling call on a Celtic in the postseason between 1957 and 1986.
•In Game 5 against the Bulls last month,
*When I was 10, I watched a Celtics-76ers playoff game in which
(Column Intermission: How could the Nuggets trade
As for the current, unsavory Celtics, I excuse the coach,
The Big Three --
I don't like
Then there's Ragin'
All of it is made worse by the too passionate, too smug New England fan base. I used to fear running into know-it-all New Yorkers, now I duck my head around the corner to make sure there are no Celtic jerseys within sight. It's reached the point where I will not walk into a Boston-area sports bar without headphones and a musket.
Here's hoping that the Magic is in the process of taking Non-Celtics Nation out of our misery. I need a lot of rest before
P.S. I will give up one of my stepchildren to anyone who can keep the Red Sox out of the playoffs.