Back when Simmons talked about how the Celtics LITERALLY (note: not literally) threw their hat in the ring for the 2012 NBA title, I laughed for a few minutes and then proclaimed that I would publicly apologize if they took their conference semis series to game 6. Thanks to Derrick Rose's magical exploding ACL, the Celtics did just that and eventually outlasted a 35-31 Sixers team to make the conference finals. So... sorry Bill. You were right. If we allow for a devastating injury to the most important player on the best or second best team in the conference, the Celtics might be one of the two best teams in the east. I think Indiana is probably better than them though. Anyways, based on what I saw in tonight's Heat/Celtics game, there's no way this series goes six like the Heat/Pacers series did. Here's to Miami dropping game two and then winning the next three, so the series closes out in Miami and Boston doesn't win any home games. Yeah, I'm a big enough jerk to think that scenario through. And if Boston makes the finals I said I'd shut the blog down. Let's hope LeBron and Wade show up for three out of the next six games so I don't have to renege on that one.
Meanwhile, I suppose I should probably start plugging away at Bill's latest article. WHO SAYS NO? Give me a good reason I shouldn't. You can't.
The Playoff Eclipse Chronicles
OOOOH BIG WORDS! Bill probably isn't responsible for his own headlines, but assuming that's the case, his editor is just as desperate to impress readers as he is.
"You're gonna write about this, right?"
Someone asked me that during halftime of Sunday night's Clippers-Spurs game.
"Absolutely," I said. "I'm definitely writing about this."
"What's your angle gonna be? Just about going to all the games?"
"I only went to five of the six, but yeah."
"You should just lie and say you went to all six. That would be a good column."
"I can't lie, people saw me on Saturday night. I wasn't here."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
The person thought about it for a second. And then …
"I don't know anyone who went to all six. But in a couple of years, I bet a lot of people will say they did."
It's a great point. People love fibbing about fan-related stuff. Eight years after the Roberts Steal changed Boston sports history, 83 percent of the swollen Red Sox fan base claim they were in Fenway when it happened, and even better, that they never left to beat the traffic (even though so many others did).
Or, you need to be me.
My favorite L.A. Live story before last weekend: A few months ago, a Kings home game at Staples Center started at the exact same time as a Wiz Khalifa concert at the Nokia Theatre, inadvertently creating the single funniest swarm of congestion that's ever happened. Let's just say there wasn't a ton of overlap between the two fan bases.
They checked out movie theater times and found a perfect window to see The Dictator. So they walk over to the Regal Cinemas, buy tickets, sit down … and who do they see in another row killing time like them? That's right, Jimmy Goldstein, the stylish millionaire who sits courtside for seemingly every NBA playoff game, wears colorful leather jackets, sits next to long-legged blondes and always looks like he just smoked the biggest bowl on the planet. You know, this guy. Did Jimmy bring one of those long-legged blondes to The Dictator? Of course he did! I'm anointing this L.A. Live's greatest moment ever,