I don't think I could've been any lower after game five. I was crushed like I confused The Who's soundcheck with the show's start (#toosoon?). But today I am fired tf up, ladies, gents, and theys. It's still hard to believe they're here after starting the year 18-21, but the C's are headed to the Eastern Conference Finals for the 4th time since the 2016-17 season/the history of this publication.
Now, of course, they're 0-3 in those previous ECFs and 0-4 dating back to 2012, but these Celtics are battled tested and ready to get over the hump (we're not becoming the Terry Pendleton of the NBA's Eastern Conference Finals). This team has been resilient all season and proved today why they were right to go for the two-seed and not rest down the stretch. Admittedly, I wanted to avoid Brooklyn, but this path has helped the C's. They've gotten some much-needed callouses these playoffs. It's hard to say home-court advantage mattered in a series where the road team went 4-3, but it sure as shit did today as the Celtics drained 22 threes, highlighted by Batman's game seven record-tying seven triples (which are always best).
For the second time in three postseasons, the Celtics have knocked off the defending champs in a seven-game Eastern Conference Semifinal (although the Raptors were a much different team without Kawhi). You don't hang a banner for that, but it's a sweet little nugget. And I don't want to hear shit about the Bucks not having Middleton; Giannis gets to play with his own set of rules (fullback rules), and we were without Timelord for like 92% of the series and still found a way to hold Milwaukee to 97.7 ppg over seven games.
There's still a looooong way to go for banner 18, but as a narrative guy, you can't ask for a much sweeter potential road to the Finals; knocking out the three teams that eliminated you the last three years. You'd love to see Philly in the mix cause fuck them, but I want Miami.
These Conference Finals are a revenge series. I fucking hate the Miami Heat. They've knocked the C's out of the playoffs three times since 2011, including in the bubble where the Celtics let the first two games slip away. Sure, it's different without Lebron, Wade, and Bosh, but they've still got Haslem! Game 7 in 2012 still hurts and is an all-time sliding doors moment in NBA history if Lebron doesn't win that title and the C's Big 3 gets to a third Finals, but I'm not going down that path rn---we're in a happy place.
We hear a lot about the Jays not even being in their prime yet, which is true, but this is their 3rd trip together to the ECF (and Jaylen's 4th). People will say Boston fans are spoiled. I say that's semi-valid at best. The Celtics have one championship since 1987. That's tied with the Arizona Diamondbacks, Kansas City Royals and Carolina Hurricanes and behind the Florida Marlins, Minnesota Twins (who nearly got contracted) and Houston Rockets. This is a franchise dying for another championship. Let's not forget wee lil Dozo was just a high school sophomore the last time we won.
We've been on the cusp so many times since 2008. I haven't wanted a ring like this in a long time (2020ish).
I'll be honest (I always am, that's just writing fluff) I crushed some BL smooth and b rips before, during, and after the game and don't have too much to say about x's and o's. As much as I want to be #HireDdozo, I'm ready to relax after long weekend on the ub** streets and the stress of two elimination games---plus DSM---for real this time. Technical breakdowns are not my swag with b-ball, but after a slow start in the first quarter, the Celtics outscored Milwaukee 89-55 in the final 36 minutes. When the Bucks would get as close as 10, the C's answered and eventually ran the defending champs off the floor. BIGGEST of ups to DPOY of the year, Marcus Smart, for bouncing back after his dreadful final minute-ish of game five with a double-double to cash yet another big-time plus sign ticket for the boiiii.
What a heads up play to end the first half. Basketball IQ like you read about. At least this time he got three shots.
Jayson was red hot; starting 5-5 from behind the arc, the only thing that could slow him down was questionable officiating. Hopefully, if the Celtics move past Miami, he'll finally start getting some star calls, but I am not overlooking the Heat whatsoever.
IMO Spoelstra is the best coach in the NBA, and their roster is full of guys with (bubble) Finals experience. It's gonna be a battle, but unlike this series, the Celtics have the best player on the floor, and his name is Jayson Tatum. I watched game 6 in a Wendy's parking lot on my phone in between ub** rides, but I'd be a real piece of shit if I didn't mention is FORTY SIX point showing in an elimination game on the defending champ's home floor.
I'm just so glad we won. I'm legit happy as I type this blog, which is incredibly rare. After Jayson picked up his fourth foul, I was terrified that could be the momentum switch the Bucks made their comeback, but instead, the Celtics extended their lead (S/O Jayson and Batman). Tonight's win was a team effort, and that's what it'll take to get past Miami. No more iso hero ball late please. Plenty more to come throughout the ECF, but I'm gonna soak this one in for the rest of the night. 8 more wins. Halfway home.
P.S. Stephen A. was spot on here, but Derrick White (1/10 from the floor) made his one basket count to push the lead to 15 late in the 3rd.
Double P.S.
S/O Payton Pritchard too. He's had some ugly shooting nights these playoffs, but came to fucking play in game 7.
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Song: Let's Go (2012) Artist: Matt and Kim Album: Lightning Let's go Celtics!!!! I'm oozing green.  The New England Patriots may be one of the most successful organizations in the NFL and all of American professional sports, but that didn't happen overnight. As a charter member of the American Football League in 1960, the league's life was as turbulent as the 60s themselves. If it weren't for a $400,000 loan from Ralph Wilson (owner of the Buffalo Bills), the Oakland Raiders, and likely the entire league would've folded. The Patriots called four different stadiums home before getting a bare-bones ballpark of their own in Foxboro Stadium in 1971. One of the then Boston Patriots pillars was an undrafted WR/K from the University of Minnesota named Gino Cappelletti, who passed away today at 89 years old. Cappelletti scored the first-ever points in a league that would eventually become the American Football Conference in 1970. During his playing days, he was a five-time AFL All-Star, four-time All-Pro, and won AFL MVP in 1964. He was the American Football League's all-time leading scorer, and a New England Patriots Hall of Famer. If you're a Patriots fan and don't know this name it's time to do some homework. With advances in training, diet, preparation, not having to have a second job in the off-season, etc., it's easy to forget about the founding fathers who may "have not made it in today's game." Cappelletti started as a defensive back before moving to wide receiver or end/flanker as it was known in his era. He was also a straight on kicker in an era where those duties were usually held by lineman. Still, without those who laid the foundation, the game wouldn't be where it is today, and few players made a more significant impact in the 10-year history of the American Football League than Gino Cappelletti. I believe he should be in the Pro Football Hall of Fame for his contributions to the AFL. Not only was Cappelletti the league's all-time leading scorer, but he's also one of just three players, along with Raiders center Jim Otto and Oilers/Raiders QB/K George Blanda, to never miss a game during the league's 10-year run. I'm a big need sounds to fall asleep guy, and one of my go-to documentaries is a five-part series on the AFL from 2009 called "Full Color Football." I literally fell asleep to it this morning. I pass out to it at least once a week, and the second episode does a great job breaking down the foundation of the Patriots and, specifically, Cappelletti's role with the team. His stats could've been even better, but Patriots coach Mike Holovak infamously would take him out on 3rd downs to "rest" for a potential field goal attempt. I'm so grateful I grew up during the peak of the Patriots double-dynasty, but without players like Gino Cappelletti who helped popularize the Patriots in New England (prior to 1960, most people in NE were New York Giants fans), who knows if the team is still around today? Like many AFL stars, Cappelletti struggled to make an NFL roster, bouncing around in Canada and semi-pro leagues before making the most of his opportunity with a new league. Cappelletti's Patriots only made the AFL Championship Game once, a 51-10 blowout loss in 1963 to the San Diego Chargers but were contenders throughout the first half of his career finishing 2nd in the AFL East (and with a better record than their lone playoff season) in 1961, '62, '64 and '66. Gino was the Patriots first true star in a league full of larger than life personalities like Ernie Ladd, Joe Namath and Ben Davidson. Known for his great wardrobe, many knew Gino as "The Duke." After retiring in 1971, Cappelletti went on to have a stint as a special teams coach with the Pats from 1979-81, but is best known for his run as the color analyst for the Patriots Radio Network alongside the late Gil Santos from 1988-2012. Death is always sad, but 89 years is a pretty good run. What a life well lived for a former bartender turned pro football star. R.I.P. Gino Cappelletti.  My favorite red-headed Angel/Queen/King, Florence Welch, and her + Machine, performed on Fallon last night. While I missed it live sad drinking Bud Lights with my pal ZZ after the C's ripped my heart out, thanks to the Youtube machine, I can soak in her aura virtually. If you've ever needed proof that the Billboard charts don't determine good music, look no further than Florence + the Machine. Did you know they are technically one hit wonders? FATM has one U.S. Top 40 hit: Dog Days peaked at #21. There isn't a better raw voice in music. I love Florence, especially upbeat Flo. So pumped for Dance Fever. I can get down with some of the sad, churchy stuff, but to me, Florence is at her best with some pep---songs like "Delilah" and "Ship to Wreck". Just look at her flowing with grace and power in all that red lace. She might not know where to put her love, but if she's looking for a place, the Doz man volunteers as tribute. I cannot wait to see her + the Machine for a third/second and a half time this fall.
Not to S my own D before diving into this terrible blog topic but damnit, listening to "Everybody Hurts" is helping just a little bit rn. A great choice for today's SOD, Dozie.
I'm hungover and bummed tf out. You know when you had a night and wake up early cause of the poison and almost don't feel that bad, but then go back to sleep for a little, and it makes things a million times worse? That's me rn. I woke up naturally at like 9:30 and felt almost adequate, but I went back to bed for another hour before therapy at 11 and woke up dead. I even cut my session with my shrink sort today after like 17 minutes because I have some clarity. Things other than the C's are actually going semi-well (minus the war, attack on women's bodily autonomy, extreme greed from billionaires leading to crazy prices, and plenty of other stuff) in my world. Plus I needed to drop some heat in the water closet (again) and sulk about the Celtics. I still cannot believe that loss actually happened. I'm shellshocked, flabbergasted, and irate. There are no words to describe how fucking bummed I feel, but sweet Maui onion, I'm gonna try. Last night one of my favorite people on this planet came over to watch the game. Now he's not the biggest hoop head, but I was just glad to see my guy. Dude's married, so I'm lucky for a hang a month. It's cool; I get it, we're all older and busier now, yadda, yadda, yadda, but my mood was fantastic for hours. We were having a great time, broing out, crushing BL smooths, rippin J's, and watching the C's. It was splendid. Now this will not be some game recap; we all know what happened leading up to the 4th. I was by no means comfortable, but when you're up 14 points with 10 minutes to go at home, usually that works out in your favor. My fantasy league group chat was blowing up, too, and people were acting like the game was already won. Bam, another Bucks 3 ball. Even as the lead continued to dwindle, it still felt like they'd close it out. Then the worst sequence in possibly the entire storied history of the Boston Celtics happens right after some folks were saying how Jrue Holiday isn't that good. I'm not a jinx guy, but I might have to switch teams after last night. With my apathy towards the Sox, post-Mookie salary dump, and realistic expectations for the Pats, the Celtics and specifically these Celtics are all I've got going on sports-wise. I guess there's some optimism for my URI Rams with Archie, but not this season. And I love the Pats, and their future is more bright than dark, but they're not a legit championship contender. These Boston Celtics are, or at least were. Credit to the Bucks for not backing down and fighting back to take a game on the road after losing game four at home, but what the fuck happened? Have some heart and balls one time, C's!! Maybe it's cause I was a tad f'ed up, but like, how on earth did the Celtics lose that game? Technically the series isn't over, but my morale is below sea level. If you're looking for a positive spin, look no further.
This Celtics team has many a narrative, but earlier this season, when they were one of the biggest disappointments in the league, they had a habit of blowing massive leads. Then in early January, they flipped the switch and lost like three games in two months. They'd regularly have 30-point leads and hold onto them. Last night the 2021 version of the 2021-22 Celtics came to play in the final 10 minutes. And for Marcus Smart lovers like me, last night was probably the worst thing to ever happen to him on the hardwood.
I'm just so defeated; it's tough to win a series in the NBA with two losses at home and now we've got a true must win game on the Bucks' floor in a closeout situation....not ideal! The Jay-core has a little bit of a history of blowing playoff games that they seemingly had won (The Miami series in the bubble still haunts me), and now they've got a chance to put that behind them. Just like they put the 18-21 start behind them to end up the 2nd seed in the East to defeat the odds and naysayers. If they're ever gonna get over the hump, it's now. For the sake of this core going forward, they have to come back from the dead to win this series. You got a Middleton-less Bucks WITH home court advantage. They shouldn't be in this spot. I'm not saying I think it's gonna happen, but this team can bounce back and has to, or else they're gonna let another great chance to get back to the NBA Finals for the first time since 2010 slip through their fingers. The worst part of the loss was trying to keep the vibes high afterwards. I didn't wanna be super sad with company over, especially when I feel like every hang is an interview to get more opportunities to chill at this point in life, but like I was CRUSHED from the second Portis got that board...you know what I still am? FUCKKKKKKKKKK. Damnit they had that game and now the season's likely over because there's no killer instinct. I'm rambling now, but man I haven't been this bummed about a loss in any sport since literally losing Brady and Mookie.
P.S.
Song: Everybody Hurts (1992) Artist: R.E.M. Album: Automatic For The People Weeping green :( 
I mean, that tweet says it all, but as someone who unfortunately has some real-life experience from a situation similar to this major bombshell at Barstool Sports, I felt like I should weigh in.
Ur boi Ole Dozo is 30 now, but back when I was 18 years old, well before my brain fully developed, I made the second biggest mistake of my life. Early into my freshman year at URI, like October 2010 (honestly, it might've even happened for the first time in late September because she made me a man on October 16th, 2010; tragically, the same day Eric Legrand got paralyzed), I hurt and betrayed one of my best friends by hooking up with and eventually dating his girlfriend while he was at college halfway across the country. Much like Marty Mush's excuses, I was in a similar friend group, so we would go to parties together, and it sort of just happened. I mean, I was an 18-year-old virg, and a cute, normal sized chick took an interest in my fat ass (oh, what I'd give now to be the size I was when I got to URI). This was not something that happened for Dozah at the time or really since. I made out with two (2) girls in high school, and that wasn't until my senior year...and one was a freshman who was friends with my sister, and the other was a sophomore that my friends basically tricked me into thinking liked me, then we ended up "dating" for like two months in early 2010. But at the end of the day, I made a selfish decision that I knew would have dire consequences, but I didn't care cause I was thinking with my dick. Please stop reading this blog, mom. You could argue that I'm still feeling the repercussions a dozen years later. I feel like I've been cursed ever since for my scumbag behavior. I've had minimal luck with women post-this; I've had one relationship since we broke up. I high key have e.d. and fucked up my entire college trajectory. Instead of branching out and meeting new people and getting the whole college experience, I started dating someone from my high school class. I was in 13th grade at the University of Rhode Island. When everybody else was making new friends and crushing random puss, I was the MORON who had a serious girlfriend in college. Well, not even a year later, in the summer of 2011, I got a taste of my own medicine. She got drunk and cheated on me, just like she had done with me to someone who today I consider one of, if not my "official" best friend. I was crushed and wanted to break up, but I was still in love. I'll never forget when she came to my house (unannounced) crying, apologizing, with a new copy of Madden 12 for PS3. We reconciled, but that NYE, she did it again, and again we didn't break up. By this time, the writing was on the wall. We had fallen out of love. I wanted to end it but was too big of a pussy; I had never dumped someone before. So I basically Costanza-ed it, being shittier and shittier until she left me. I don't even know if he did something like that, but it feels like a George move. By summer 2012, we were officially broken up, even though we never had that official break-up conversation. I went to Florida to visit my family and basically didn't text her for a few days, and it was over, although I technically ended it on Facebook if that shit matters to you. So now I'm 20 years old, summer before my junior year of college, and while people were assembling their new college crews, I did none of that, as I was wrapped up in my relationship. I was in this weird limbo. I mean, I still had my friends from my hometown, but I didn't meet too many new people or branch out nearly as much as I thought I would going into college, and it felt too late at this point (even though, in retrospect I know that's not entirely the case, although it also sorta was) We hooked up a few times that summer, and by the fall of 2012, even though there was "no label on it" because 20-year-olds are the fucking worst, we were back together. Things were going well, I thought what we had was awesome, but there was this dark cloud over our heads: studying abroad. We both knew that she was going to Australia for the 2nd semester. We tried to make it work, but in February 2013, she basically went from loving and missing me one day to hating my guts the next. When she got back to the U.S. at first, it was over-over, but we'd hang out here and there, hooking up a little bit, but less and less frequently. Like an idiot, I was still in love with her even after getting an unwanted present from the outback. Our summer apart in 2012 really made me realize that I still cared about this girl despite being cheated on at least twice.
I joke and call it my redshirt senior year of college, but I was in school for five years, ten semesters, so the first five are the dating semesters, and then the last five are all the bull shit, games, and manipulation ones. I wanted to get back together and would get false hope constantly...I still have screenshots. During my first senior year (2013-14), we fucked a few times, but then she'd always be like this was a mistake blah, blah, blah, but she knew that I was her insurance. I'd come crawling back because I had no self-esteem whenever she'd hit me up, but that phase of our "relationship" was like dynamite for my mental health. Then during my redshirt senior year, she had already graduated on time, but we'd see each other here or there. In early 2015 I thought we'd get back together, but that never happened, and it all came to a crashing halt on May 17th, 2015, the day I graduated college, which I documented in a blog back in 2016. In 2022, I still feel the aftershocks because we're both friends with the same couple, and there's always the elephant in the room if I'm even allowed in the room. I can't reminisce about college without thinking of her since she was such a major part of that experience. The romantic feelings for her are gone, but there are still wounds from that relationship that have never healed.
I tell you this story because I put all this terrible shit on myself. It's my fault. I let myself kiss her that night at my friend's brother's party. Had I been a better friend to my guy and o-line brethren, with a little more self-control, none of this would've ever happened. Who knows how the rest of college plays out? Maybe I'm not some 400-pound depressed piece of shit that Ub**s as a career? Maybe my social skills would've developed? Obviously, over a decade later, there's not anything I can do about my actions in 2010, and weirdly, I feel like my douche bag move made our friendship stronger (sometimes I feel like he secretly hates my guts lol). I don't know, I love the kid like a brother and genuinely wish I never hurt him, but I can't do anything about the past now. All I can do is use my life experience to be a better man and help others. Even though I never fucked with Marty Mush and don't have a single ounce of desire to help him, maybe I can help someone else. If you ever find yourself in a situation like little ole, brain still developing 18-year-old Dozah or 30-year-old, grown-ass adult Marty Mush, think long and hard about your actions. They could have consequences for the rest of your life. Marty Mush had a dream job that he didn't deserve. I've never found him funny, entertaining, or bringing anything special to the table, but some did. Maybe he was good in the streams, I don't know, I never really watched them because I don't like his schtick, but he threw it all away for some mid pussy. Unless they get married and live happily ever after, he threw away the best job on earth too for a fling. Like it's not that hard to understand, the Pirate Ship will keep going without you. To me, it seems like Marty thought he was way more valuable than he really is and could survive this. I 1000% stand with Pres and Big Cat here. Hank is a made man who's been with the company since he was like 18. He's a Milton guy and a vital part of the company. At best, Marty Mush is a role player who angered essential people at Barstool. It's really not that hard to understand. Not everybody is the same. Jayson Tatum and Nik Stauskas don't have the same leash with the Celtics. If Marty did this to fucking Big T (who I also don't fw) or even Nate, Big Cat and Pres aren't responding the way they did and are probably laughing. Plain and simple. To be so fucking stupid to think this wouldn't have potential career-ending repercussions is so textbook idiot Marty Mush. I genuinely don't get how anybody liked him, even before this. His value was being in the mix with the gambling guys. His only job was not to piss them off, and he went and started dating their internet son/brother's ex.
Earlier this year, the whole Ohio's Tate thing gave a glimpse into Marty's character, or lack thereof. He'll NEVER be a hashtag good guy. Now you could be like, Doz, you did a very similar thing to this Ria situation and call yourself a hashtag good guy literally thousands of times per week. How could this be? Well, again, I was 18 and a chubby virgin. (Even though what I did was wrong, I feel like some people could understand) Marty Mush is neither of those things and works for one of the coolest companies on earth. I'm sure he and his fake teeth were doing just fine in the pussy department. Like Big Cat said, New York, is a massive city with over 8 million people. Find somebody else. Now you put everybody in an incredibly awkward position and they don't fuck with you anymore. That's the bed YOU made. Sure, it makes for entertaining content, but Hank shouldn't have to explain all this shit. Although, he sorta ended up on top. #TeamHank
A small part of me agrees with what Hank said on DPS, Ria is a grown woman, and in today's day in age, it's a bad look for men to rip into her for her personal choices, but like this was a terrible choice. She'll be fine career-wise but, Marty Mush isn't handsome or cool. Maybe he's piped up? I don't know; I judge dudes, and I don't see the appeal. I get it that Ria and Hank are over, but they dated for like four years. That's how long college is supposed to be. It's a decent chunk of your life, especially for people their age. You might not have feelings anymore, but you should have a baseline of respect for someone you shared a home with. Like, I don't have feelings for my most recent ex anymore; I think one of her friends is cute and that we'd probably get along great, but I'd NEVER pursue it out of respect for my ex.
Sure, Ria's girls will have her back, and that's their right, but she deserves a large piece of the blame pie in this situation, especially when she and Hank allegedly agreed not to date anybody in the office post-breakup. She decides who gets to park in her garage. Now, Barstool can't and won't officially fire Marty over this decision, but everything Pres and Big Cat have said is spot on. It's a business, and to Dave's credit, he's loyal AF, but if you cross him, you're fucked, and that's exactly what Marty did here. To me, he's someone who doesn't respect what Dave built by doing this to one of his foxhole guys. It's trash behavior by a trash person. He had zero remorse. At least I felt bad for hurting my friend and making shit super weird for two years. From the content I've seen, Marty doesn't feel bad at all and if anything, has doubled down on his actions. One of the many things that make Barstool so great is the relationships and the humor that develops from them. Marty's job is very relationship-based. Ria has a successful brand that doesn't interact with the gambling side of the company. She can survive this. Marty can't. Maybe he'll prove us wrong in the next eight months, but I wouldn't bet on it.
P.S.
If you're looking for someone to replace that Rat Mush at the company, I can actually string a sentence together, have a vast depth of weird brain knowledge, and created a teaser series that went +47U in 2020. Recently, I went 4-0 on Celtics live ML bets for a 5.2U night. #HireDozo
Song: TELL THE TRUTH (2021) [Live at ACL] Artist: Jon Batiste Album: WE ARE That rat fuck Marty could learn a thing or two from this. 
LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!!!!
Not only was today a MASSIVE internet day (#TeamHank), but the Boston Celtics had a must-win basketball game against the defending champion Milwaukee Bucks. By the grace of God via Al Horford and Jayson Tatum, they're going back to Boston tied 2-2.
Ladies, gentlemen, and theys, we've got ourselves a mother fucking series.
Going into Milwaukee, the goal was to make it back to Boston tied 2-2 and reclaim home-court advantage. Goes without saying that you'd love to be up 3-1, but I wasn't banking on that happening. I respect the shit out of the Bucks. They're a great team that's been through it before. Giannis gets to play like he's Lorenzo Neal; it's fine. Despite a Pawn Stars meme I made going into the series, I knew this would be a battle.
Even with their terrible third quarter, where the Bucks outscored the Celtics 34-17, game three was there for the taking. Given the questionable officiating and the performance the C's got out of Al Horford (22, 16, and 5), it felt like a missed opportunity. Sure, Jayson Tatum had one of the worst games of his career, shooting 4/19 for just 10 points, but the C's had a lead with less than a minute left and had a chance to extend their slim lead on a possession with multiple offensive rebounds...once they didn't score there, you knew they weren't gonna survive that sequence. This isn't even about my +1000 live ML bet going into the 4th quarter losing. Idc about that, I just want a ring, and that's still entirely possible after tonight.
The Celtics did not come out like a team in a nearly must-win situation to start game four. They played so sloppy, that you'd think they just left Truffoni's. But like they've done all year, they battled back; taking a brief lead in the 2nd quarter and were down just a point at halftime. The Bucks had another solid third and got the lead up to 11. A Derrick White three late in the quarter cut the Bucks' lead to 7, and despite a gross game from basically everybody but Al Horford up to that point, the C's were very much alive.
The Celtics had 12 minutes to save their season, and man, did they ever. Literally a historic 4th quarter effort for the Green Bleeders.
IF the Celtics go on to win their 18th NBA Title next month, that quarter deserves at least a three-minute segment on the championship Blu-Ray (if they even make those anymore). Much like game three, the Boston came out hot. This time with a quick 10-0 run to tie it at 80 with the moment of the night and possibly series.
Then it was pretty back and forth due to a bullshit tech called on the moment of the night and possibly series-----until about five and half minutes left when Al hit a three to put the C's up one, 95-94. It was a lead they'd never relinquish.
Al Horford's 30 points (a playoff career-high) is easily the night's story, but Jayson Tatum deserves plenty of credit for putting the game away; 12 fourth-quarter points, highlighted by this three ball.
It's been a see-saw battle. Neither team has won back-to-back games, and this series is far from over, but you have to love the heart and grit the C's showed late with their backs against the wall. Marcus had some huge buckets late to keep their flame going. S/o everybody, but I'll give Derrick White even more love for his defense. You can't do much better than this.
Boston is 2-0 this series with a starter missing which begs the question, who's sitting out Wednesday? lol jk, I want all our guys, but man, am I fucking jazzed up right now. I haven't said much about Jaylen cause he wasn't out there much. In just 32 minutes due to foul trouble, he still had a respectable 18 on an efficient 5/11 thanks to a perfect night on the line. It was gonna be a terrible drive home from my grandma's (where the Celts are now 3-0 when I watch a playoff game there) if the C's were on death's doorstep, but thanks to Al and the boys (minus Theis), they're still alive and have two chances at home to win two games.
It's not going to be easy, but we can soak this one in for the rest of the night and tomorrow. I love this team! It's crazy they're even in this position after being 18-21 on January 6th. This tweet says it all.
10 more wins.
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s/o John Mayer at the Garden tonight
Song: Illegal (2019) Artist: Tim Heidecker Album: What the Brokenhearted Do... The series is by no ways over but it should be illegal to be as pumped as I am right now. LET'S GO CELTICS!!!!! |
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