Song: Somebody to Love (1976) Artist: Queen Album: A Day at the Races Happy 6/9.
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The Boston Celtics have bounced back AGAIN; 7-0 following a loss these playoffs and are now TWO wins away from an NBA Championship. I've seen a lot of #Celticsin5 talk on Twitter, and I'm not ready to go there. I respect the Warriors too much. Steph and Klay had a classic Splash Bros game. Draymond had a big night too.
Hopefully, C's in 6 to close it out in the Gaaaaaaaaadin, but I genuinely don't care if they win this series at Alcatraz.
Sure, things got dicey in the third quarter thanks to a soft-ass flagrant (regardless if that's the rule or not) that led to a SEVEN point possession by GSW, but the Celtics battled back to go into the 4th up four. Jaylen went off in the first to score 17 of his team-high 27 points.
So much love and credit to go around. It was truly a team effort tonight. Jaylen, Jayson and Marcus combined to do something three teammates haven't done in a Finals game since 1984 (which happens to be a year the Celtics won a title).
Time Lord was out there on one leg and gave the C's 8, 10 and 4. Sure, I bet Rob Will double-double +900, but as a TEAM guy, it does not matter!!! All that does is the W.
Big Al was dishing it all night long like Lionel!!! 11, 8, and 6 for the 36 year old. What a bounce back after a quiet Game 2.
I said in the pregame blog, we just gotta win at home. The C's did tonight by 16 in a night where the Splash Bros combined for 56 points. GSW came storming back and erased an 18 point lead, but Boston battled the storm for the convincing W. I am so fired up and proud of this team. They HAVE TO come out in step on their neck mode Friday night (which I'm highly considering buying tickets to).
It's late, and we'll worry about Friday on Friday, but we gotta soak this one in for now. First home win in the Finals since June 13th, 2010; TWO DAYS AFTER I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL. It's okay to celebrate tonight. I know I am, which is a major reason why we're cutting this blog short. There's plenty of time for reactions tomorrow. S/o Grant, he reached double figures off the bench. We know the Warriors will come out with their backs against the wall on Friday, and I like Steve Kerr, but Jeez, man be a bigger dog-whistling pussy.
Draymond's out their cut-blocking guys. He's the villain in this series. What do you want? For the Green Bleeders to cheer him when he does shit like this??
More to come tomorrow and Friday. Go C's. #BleedGreen. TWO MORE WINS.
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BE MORE RATTLED!! What a bitch ass answer, and I like Klay. He's easily my favorite Warrior.
I wonder what Klay and Kerr think about this??????
I don't want to alarm any of the millions of loyal DOL readers across this planet, but it's no secret your boi is in terrible shape. I don't need to give you the whole sob story about how a worldwide pandemic, democratic backsliding, widespread support for authoritarianism from people who can't even fucking read, corporate greed, billionaire owners trading away your favorite player for pennies on the dollar to save money, feeling trapped in a job you hate, general depression, deteriorating relationships, your friend group shrinking by the second, less talented people living your dream, crippling anxiety, and a broken dick (that was nothing to write home about in fully functioning condition) can cause you to eat your feelings to a point of a passive suicide where you can barely fit into any chair with arms, but alas we are here. Despite constantly feeling broken, worthless, and alone, I'm trying to get my life back. Despite my inability to grow a following, I know I have a ton to offer the world. Not to suck my own broken dick too hard, but when I am in social settings, I still get the people going. There's no way to say this without sounding like an arrogant douche, but I'm funny and a great fucking writer. When I'm eventually #HIREDdozo, I know it'll all come to fruition. But there are plenty of times when I lose faith. I wish I could take a pill that makes me hate Wendy's and Taco Bell. I wish I could crave healthier food and not literally gag when I put vegetables in my mouth, but I'm fucked until that miracle drug comes out. I'm seriously considering surgery. Part of me wants to lose weight the old-fashioned way, but another part of me thinks literal restriction of how much I can eat is the only way to combat my binging. Plus, I'm 30, and I want to lose this weight ASAP to maximize my remaining years. What can I say? I miss box and would enjoy a summer of love before seriously searching for the future Mrs. Dozo. For months I was worried about my heart because of all the weight I've gained, and stress from work. In March, I finally met with a doctor and had a physical. Luckily, despite the weight gain, my ticker was fine. I still freak myself out nightly that I'll spontaneously die (regardless if I'm high or not, so don't even go there!!!), and I feel like that fear won't be gone until I'm at a healthier weight. Unfortunately for the Doz man, I learned that there's a little fat on my liver after some tests. Despite the lies body positivity will tell you, a fatty liver is not good and can become super problematic if it gets worse. I mean, I definitely have done my fair share of drinking, but this is more because of my obesity than Bud Lights or 007s. If I lose the weight I want to lose, it should be reversible. So before my follow-up, I needed to get some blood work done and an ultrasound to check out my liver. I'm not an appointment guy. When I used to get haircuts, I would always walk in. If it weren't for my aunt, who found me a primary care doctor and scheduled this original appointment, I definitely wouldn't have gotten one myself. When I got that nasty growth shaved off my nose in December, I walked in to get that procedure done and learned that my garbage health insurance didn't cover that without a referral! I tried to rip off myself, many a time. So last Friday (6/3/22), I went to this lab to get some more blood work and my ultrasound before another weekend on the roads. Unfortunately, you can't just walk in for an ultrasound, so I had to come back on Monday.
Everything I knew about ultrasounds came from movies and television. I can't get pregnant, so I didn't think it was something I'd ever experience. I didn't know you had to fast for at least eight hours beforehand until the desk lady told me. That had me terrified. I binge eat, so going eight hours without food isn't that big of a deal, but I drink over a gallon of water a day. I rarely go 45 minutes without water, forget multiple hours. My appointment was for 11 am, which means after 3 am, I couldn't have any more water. That might not be that big of a deal for regular people, but I'm usually up until 5 am, thanks to Ub** and not being an active teacher at this time. I tried to fall asleep earlier than usual, but the C's had just lost Game 2 of the Finals; I had company over and was stewing over the L. At like 2:40 am, I was housing water and looking at my phone to check my remaining drink time. Usually, I have my gallon jug I got from Am*zon on my nightstand, but to prevent myself from the muscle memory of waking up and taking a quick gulp, I placed it on the ground sort of under my bed. At 3:38 am, I couldn't take it anymore and took a small swig of water to wet my whistle. I didn't even swallow (that's what she said); I just sort of gargled it around my mouth to avoid dry mouth. I probably did this three times before falling asleep around 4:30. Then at the crack of 10:15 am, my alarm went off. I didn't chug water for 15 seconds, as is tradition, got my ass out of bed, took my morning sit-down pee in case of emergency, then took a quick no-hair wash shower. On Friday, the desk lady told me to get there at 10:45 to fill out paperwork. I walk into the office at 10:51, sign some shit, and wait for the procedure. At 11, the technician gets me and escorts me to the "women's radiology room," so I feel great about myself right away. During this walk, I felt something I'd felt far too many times in my life, "dude, you gotta poop." But I was past the point of no return and had to fight through it. I know they've got a tight schedule, and I can waste 20 minutes on the bowl without blinking an eye. We enter the women's radiology room, the lights are super dim, and there's this fancy medical plank for me to lay across. Right away, I'm feeling nervous that I'm gonna break this thing. My confidence has never been lower since the Covid 100, and the last thing I need to do is crack this thing and get another outrageous bill. Luckily, it's pretty sturdy, I prop myself onto it, and the tech tells me to lift up my shirt and put my arms above my head. She placed a towel on my stomach near where my lifted shirt ends. This is where the one thing I thought I knew about ultrasounds goes down. From movies and television, I expected the lube they used to be ice cold, but much to my delight, it felt room temperature, almost like aloe. She sprays the lube on my gut and starts rolling around the little camera thingy. At first, it almost feels like a massage and is borderline enjoyable. Then without hesitation, it's like she's trying to pierce my gut. It does not feel good, and parlayed with the poop baby I'm trying to avoid from crowning, I am in a TOUGH spot. She just keeps rolling and pushing the tool that I'm not gonna google for the proper name. Some rolls are alright; others, it's like her goal is to break my skin. It fucking hurt. During the procedure, I wondered, do they usually press this hard, or is it just because I'm so fat they need to compress the blubber to get a better picture? I know my body takes up a lot of surface area, but it felt like she was going over the same spots repeatedly. Then she'd ask me to turn on my side, away from her, so my ass was facing her. At this point, my sole goal is not to shit my pants during a procedure most famous for pregnant women. Time is standing still. I don't know if it's been five or 45 minutes. I kept thinking to myself of a way to not sound like a seven-year-old on a road trip and ask how much time was left. Ultimately, I kept my mouth shut, hoping my sphincter would follow suit. She has me rotate like two or three more times, and my biggest goals are now don't poop, don't fart, and don't have your butt crack pop out, which, if you know me IRL, is sort of my default setting. Between my flat butt and high crack, it's not hard to get a peak, especially without the back of my shirt to help me out (it was lifted up, remember?). We're both masked up, so I can't really get a gauge on this chick's facial expressions. From where I was lying, I couldn't see the screen (not that I'd know wtf was going on if I could). I was trying to read her eyes on whether the news was bad or not, but between trying to keep us away from an embarrassing disaster, I couldn't really tell. I guess no news is good news? After 27 minutes of hell, the ultrasound is over, and she hasn't said a word about my condition. I still don't know where I stand (and won't until the 14th!). All she says is, you can use the towel to wipe off. So now I'm laying there helpless, wiping my stomach off with a prepared towel like one of the handful of women I've bedded in my 30 years. So fucking emasculating. I recognize this right away and can't help but chuckle at the situation, and the tech gives me a look, but I save it with, "I guess this hamper full of towels is where I put it?" Nailed it. Hopefully, this will be my first and last experience getting ultrasounded. After I dried off my gut as much as I could with a rag that they definitely rewash and use again, I raced home, gave birth to my poop baby, and went back to bed for three and half hours. Word of advice to the millions of people reading this. Don't get fat. Hopefully I don't have to quit drinking, but I will if that's what it takes to not die. GO CELTICS!
Tonight the Boston Celtics are hosting an NBA Finals game for the first time since Game 5 of the 2010 NBA Finals way back on June 13th, 2010.
It's been a WHILE, just a tick under a dozen years. 2010 was a time when wrists were littered with Silly Bandz, Ke$ha brushed her teeth with a bottle of Jack, and Blackberry was King of the smartphones! 18-year-old Dozie still had a flip phone. The iPhone 4 wouldn't come out for another week and a half (19-year-old Dozie got his on July 5th, 2011).
Throughout this Finals run, the Celtics have done the bulk of their damage on the road. They're 8-3 away from the Garden, winning multiple road games in each of the first three playoff rounds. They're just 5-4 and 3-4 in their last seven games back in Boston.
But despite whatever reason the C's have struggled at home, they find themselves in a pretty straightforward situation. If you don't lose a home game for the rest of this series, you'll be NBA champions. That may be oversimplifying, but the Celtics stole home court with their comeback in Game 1 of this series. Of course, that's a pretty tall order against a team like the Golden State Warriors. They've got a very Patriot-like streak going; they've won at least one road game in their past TWENTY-SIX (26) series, dating back to 2013.
But the Celtics (fresh off a loss in Game 2) haven't lost back-to-back games all playoffs. Somethings gotta give (well, technically, it's possible the C's win tonight, then GSW wins Friday to keep both streaks alive but let's not officially put those thoughts on the record).
According to ESPN's BPI, which means NOTHING, the Celtics are basically expected to win this series.
I think that stat was created to anger New Englanders. What goes into this metric? Do they know if Steph Curry is gonna fall into a manhole or something? Is Steve Kerr going to resign mid-series to fight the gun lobby? (not that that'd change things too much---Mike Brown is 12-0 in the playoffs as Warriors interim coach). IMO, no team's chances should be greater than like 53%. The Celtics may be better on paper, but they're too inconsistent, and the Warriors have Steph Curry and the experience.
I'm super fucking excited/nervous for this game. I'm still debating splurging on tickets, but my primary ticket partner, the one and only S. Wrong, is on a plane right now and gun to my head; I feel like the Warriors win tonight, and the C's even it up Friday night. Plus, even though I'd likely be standing most of the game, it's tough to justify spending a G note on seats I can't even fit in. I don't have much more to say in this blog other than the obvious. Defend home court. The Garden will be rocking as long as you don't come out Flat Stanley like you've done far too many times this playoff run. It's the fucking Finals, boys. You can't afford to play with your food anymore. Chew 'em up and swallow! Even at their advanced age, these Warriors are not the banged up Bucks or Heat. They've got like 40,000 combined Finals games under their belts; they're battled-tested and prepared for any situation. Game 2 was a two-point game at half, then GSW blew the C's doors off like a category nine hurricane. Obviously, there's the different set of rules for Draymond angle and other questionable calls, but to me, that game was lost in the first quarter. The C's came out hot and were up like eight early, but careless shots and wasted possessions let the Warriors retake the lead in the quarter's final seconds and they never looked back. Also, we've been getting KILLED in the 3rd quarter this series; GSW outscored the C's by a combined 35 points in the 3rd of Games 1 and 2. That has to change tonight. Sure, none of us fuck with him now and deservingly so, but Curt Schilling was right about one thing back in 2004. Just win tonight. Don't look at it as winning three straight home games. Take care of business tonight. Worry about Friday on Friday. You cannot afford to give momentum right back to the Warriors in this swing game. I'm sure they'll have all the stats tonight about winning percentages of teams that go up 2-1 in the Finals, but literally none of that, or BPI, or what the '64 Celtics did plays any factor in tonight. Just win a basketball game. Try to avoid hero, iso ball, and take some good shots. I'd love to see Timelord give us a double-double tonight too. But it's really quite simple. Defend home court, and you'll be champions. It starts tonight. Word of advice from your friend, Ole Dozo. Stop turning the fucking ball over. 18 turnovers lead to 33 Warriors points on Sunday. GO CELTICS!
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I know it's the Finals, but the C's and Warriors should wear their #NBA75 uniforms for one game this series. They looked awesome back in December.
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Song: Do You Really Want To Hurt Me (1982) Artist: Culture Club Album: Kissing to Be Clever This song doubles an open letter to the Boston Celtics for the remainder of the NBA Finals. Brett Goldstein, who serves as a writer on “Ted Lasso” and stars as Roy Kent, has said that the show’s third season is being written as its last. “We are writing it like that,” he told Sunday Times when asked if Season 3 would be the end. “It was planned as three. Spoiler alert — everyone dies.” Goldstein’s comments are consistent with what other members of the “Ted Lasso” crew have said in the past. Speaking to Entertainment Weekly in 2021, co-creator and star Jason Sudeikis also expressed that he saw the show ending after three seasons, though he hinted that he may be open to take it further if others had ideas and the opportunity presented itself. “The story that I know is the one that I wanted to tell, and so that’s the one we’re telling with the help of numerous people in front of and behind the camera, so it’s by no means me typing every key stroke and saying every word,” he said. “It’s nowhere near like that. But the story that’s being told – that three-season arc – is one that I see, know, and understood. I’m glad that they are willing to pay for those three seasons. As far as what happens after that, who knows? I don’t know.” “Ted Lasso” was developed by Sudeikis, Bill Lawrence, Brendan Hunt and Joe Kelly based on a character Sudeikis originally played in ads for NBC Sports. The series debuted in August 2020 and quickly became a flagship series drawing a larger audience to Apple TV+, which had launched less than a year earlier. Season 2 premiered in July 2021. Season 3 is currently in production and is set to premiere later in 2022. Apple TV+ did not immediately respond to request for comment. How I felt after reading that. This story broke yesterday, but between a Celtics hangover, doctor's appointment, and some Monday night ubin, I couldn't blog it until right now. WHAT THE FUCK?!? I know it was in to bash Ted Lasso last season because it's cool to go against what's popular. Believe me; I get that. I've spent the last 20 years loving alt-rock. I refuse to check out Euphoria and made one TikTok after sort of learning how to use like two features, but Ted Lasso is genuinely one of the best shows I've ever seen. It's heartwarming, inspirational, funny, raw, honest, emotional, low-key sexy, educational, uplifting, and just a great way to spend 30-48 minutes. Technically, this isn't official news that the third season will be the show's last, more so that it's getting written that way. But I mean, this feels like the writing on the wall. My only question is, why? AppleTV+ is still a relatively new streaming platform, and to its credit, its library is only getting better, but Ted Lasso IS AppleTV+. This shit is partly on them for not locking Lasso down long-term. How are you not going to extend this masterpiece for at least four or five seasons? I get it, people have other projects or whatever, but Ted Lasso is massive. It just won like 800 Emmys. It's the main reason I keep my AppleTV+ sub, and I doubt I'm the only person on earth with that rationale. Three seasons is nothing. That's shorter than high school or a Presidential term. Look, I love artistic integrity. You'll be hard-pressed to find 1,000 people alive who are more about artistic integrity than me. But talk about fumbling the bag!!! Writing the arc for three seasons is way too short. What are you thinking? Now it feels pretty obvious that this will be the season AFC Richmond wins the league. I mean, how else are they gonna end it? I guess they could go Rocky and have them lose, but guess what? There are like 42 Rocky movies. Maybe that proves their argument for an early end, but this news fucking sucks. I get it; you don't wanna have shit, filler seasons. You're trying to Barry Sanders it or, in this case, Eric Cantona it, but the world needs Ted Lasso. It's not time for it to end yet. We can't have the fucking pandemic outlive Lasso. There are so many unforgettable, lovable characters with so much to offer. Why are you killing them all??? I mean, do you guys need help writing? Cause I'll gladly throw my hat in the ring (or boots on the pitch) if you're worried things are getting too stale. I mean, the show is about an American Football coach coaching soccer. How fitting would it be to have an American Football writer and former player (key loss for a 1-7 team, NBD) help spice things up like we're out to eat with Trent Crimm? So we're only gonna get one season of Ted vs. Nate, the not so great? There's only one more season of adorable little Phoebe and her hijinx with uncle Roy? What about Roy and Keeley? No more Higgins family hosting Christmas? What about that sexy redhead that lent Beard those pants? Are we never gonna see her again? Fuck man, this news stinks worse than Phoebe's breath. Here I am recycling jokes I used in meme format to start this blog. Damnit, I'm rattled. WHAT ABOUT MAE? Do you mean to tell me we only get one more season of Mae and those Richmond hooligans? Man, this is so fucked up. Hopefully, AppleTV+ can throw the bag at the folks behind Ted Lasso to convince them to give us at least; I don't know, five, or nine more seasons of this? Song: Queen of the Rodeo (2019) Artist: Orville Peck Album: Pony According to the GQP, drag queens pose a greater threat to American society than literal weapons of war!!! Don't be down, girl, this world is a bummer.
I've spent a solid 90 minutes watching highlights of the Celtics Game 1 comeback since Thursday, and just like the players, I have to put that one behind me and focus on the task at hand. Yes, outside of a catastrophic injury, worst-case scenario, the C's are going home tied 1-1, which had to be the realistic goal in San Fran.
But, people are unrealistic all the time. People will call a pizza place to check on a delivery after 25 minutes on a Friday night. A major group in this country will bitch and moan about gas prices, then unanimously vote against a bill to combat price gouging and corporate greed.
But from a much LeSs DiViSiVe standpoint, what if the Celtics went up 2-0, winning both games on the road? I mean, would it really be that crazy? They're already 8-2 on the road this postseason (and the Warriors did go 0-3 at home in the 2019 Finals). Sure, Adam Silver wants this to go at least six and is pulling out all the stops.
Although it is kind of hilarious to see both fanbases bitch about how bad these guys are.
But, "unrealistic" stuff happens all the time. We put a man on the moon (allegedly) when color TV was still a premium feature and not just the norm. Despite the odds, people win the lottery. Fuck man, there's dudes fatter than me catching that Kevin Love primo box at this very moment.
What I'm trying to say is the Celtics are in the driver's seat, but need to play like their backs are against the wall. Oh what's that? The cliche police at banging on my door? But seriously, as incredible as this playoff run has been, the C's have a little trouble with coming out hot after a big win. They lost Game 5 at home against Milwaukee after evening the series on the road. Of course there's Games 3 and 6 vs the Heat as well. Sure, it's human nature to relax after a little success, but these are professional athletes. They don't get to be humans! I'm kidding, s/o the C's for bringing more awareness to Brittney Griner's Russian imprisonment.
I'm just saying they can't be satisfied with stealing one. Of course, going back to Boston 1-1 is ideal, but we've been mediocre at home these playoffs. The C's are only 5-4 at TD Garden (1-0 with Ole Dozo in the house) and 3-4 the last two rounds. I wouldn't be shocked at all if come night late Wednesday it's 2-1 Warriors. That's why I'm begging our C's not to get complacent. Don't give the Warriors life. They need to play as if THEY'RE the ones down 0-1. Fuck, the cliche police are back and they're pissed.
Despite less than favorable officiating and the NBA wanting a long series, the C's do have one thing in their favor tonight. Jayson Tatum.
Yes, Tatum had a terrible shooting night in Game 1 (3/17 from the floor), but he still made a positive impact on defense and dished a career-high 13 assists (9 of which were on 3s). He hasn't had back-to-back cold nights this playoff run; in fact, he's usually gone tf off in the bounce-back spot.
Hopefully this bulletin board material gets the rest of the guys going.
It's probably unrealistic to expect five+ threes from Al and D-White again, but as this blogs theme will tell you, "unrealistic" shit happens literally everyday. Maybe Payton Pritchard has a Leon Powe night?
I can feel the Warriors win coming, but this captain goes down with the ship.
Hopefully on the 14th anniversary of Paul Pierce's wheelchair game the C's can use those vibes to shit on Golden State to go up #2-0.
In short, it's not a must win, but I'd love to see the C's play like it is. You know I'll be bleeding green all night and peppering C's live ML if the opportunities present themselves like they did Thursday. Win tonight and you're half way there with three upcoming home games. GO CELTICS!!!!!!
Song: Forrest Gump (2012) Artist: Frank Ocean Album: Channel Orange "I was screaming, "Run forty-four," but you kept running past the end zone," is a HALL OF FAME lyric. This song being a decade old is fuckin me up! S/o Summer 2012. Hopefully the Celtics' 44 can run down the hardwood for at least 25 minutes tonight.
I am so fired up right now, and not just because I made 8u responsibly bleeding green!
What a fucking ball game!!!! Steph Curry came out hotter than 1999 Heather Graham, and the Celtics were still only down 4. Then in the 2nd quarter, things got dicey. GSW went up 10, 47-37. Then Jaylen scored eight, Al hit a big 3, and before you knew it, the C's were ahead (although that wouldn't last for long).
This game was such a microcosm of the season and this playoff run. Slow start, battle back, get a lead, wheels fall off, then suddenly you're on a fucking roll. I kept responsibly live betting, but I was not feeling super great. Tatum couldn't buy a bucket. The Warriors had their lava hot run, outscoring the C's 38-24 in the 3rd, entering the final quarter up 12. That's when the Celtics went nuclear. 7/7 from behind the arc to start the 4th. It was almost unbelievable as it happened. It was like the Celtics were playing 2K on Superstar, then switched the difficulty to Pro. The Celtics D held GSW without a point for nearly five minutes. Jaylen went off and carried the load. I've been hard on him with the turnovers and missed free throws, but he's been outstanding in crunch time.
Derrick White had an unreal game going dozah (5/8) from three-point land. As a narrative guy I love this!
Theis drives me crazy (way too soft on the glass and always jumps at the wrong time), but even he had a block and a big 3 ball in the 2nd. PP played some huge minutes and had timely buckets.
Even though Jayson literally couldn't hit water if he jumped off a bridge tonight, he made a massive impact on the game with a career-high 13 assists and +16 +/-.
How about the now birthday boy and my dark horse Finals MVP pick Alfred Joel Horford with a monster night after waiting since 2007 to get to this stage???
I can't believe I forgot to paste this back into my Finals preview blog, but I swear on every life on this planet that I wrote this before tip-off and meant to have it in the preview.
It's nearly 2 am, and I never got to finish Stranger Things because of the Dozen finale; then, I drove down to my hometown to watch the game with some buddies. I'd like to know what happens before two straight 10 hours days in the cobblestone streets of Newport. But what a fucking win for this team. S/o Marcus for being a great leader in the 4th from the bench during the run; another 17-0 run for the C's. He had some huge buckets late, and a flashy hoop in the 3rd, LOL.
How about Grant Williams? The man that said "no thanks" to a small school outside of Boston is spot on. Great win, but in Patriots fashion, there's still plenty to improve on (like his 0/2, -6 night).
Keep yappin' Dray!! You conveniently forgot to mention that Tatum shot a putrid 3/17 from the floor. You can't count on that again, either.
I feel like I'm leaving out so much, but what a great victory. I'm so fucking happy rn. The series isn't even close to over. We dropped Game 1 the last two rounds and are still standing; the Warriors are a great team, but the C's out-hearted, out-ran, and out-shot them tonight. Great job holding Steph to only 13 points after the 1st quarter. You know the Warriors are gonna come out hot Sunday. Obviously you'd love to take that one too, but it's great knowing worst case you're going back to Boston tied. Three more wins.
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