DATELINE: Once More With Feeling
Boston Celtics used to be a subject we could write about with amusement. Not now.
Since the Great Bubble Experiment of the NBA where home court is a myth, you have the Celtics not playing home games on their notorious parquet floor. It used to give them a superstitious advantage.
Nowadays, home court is somewhere in Florida where alligators await being made in a sow’s ear. The Boston Celtics have fisticuffs in the locker room, and their vaunted stars (Kemba, Smart, Brown) are proving to be lesser lights.
Long live the Celtics. The team is dead for this year. There is one word you never hear in the Boston media: choke.
We hear the strangulation gasps for air. We hear the air leaving the bubble.
The Celtics have epitomized the concept of choking under the pressures in big games during a series against the Miami Heat.
There is no other way to describe a team that is fighting amongst itself more than against the opposing team.
You have the great Kemba Walker not exactly performing well. Maybe there is a reason why he never played in playoffs all these years. Now in the playoffs, he is choking. He does not know how to play big games, with no experience.
Marcus Smart is dumb, and his insanity now is the noose choking the team. Jaylen Brown is playing chopsticks on his piano most of the game.
Jayson Tatum, Bird in waiting, is now proving that he knows not what a dagger to the heart means.
So, we have a team in disarray, in stress, playing poorly when they need to be their best. Something’s gotta give, folks.
Wait till next year may mean more than the Curse of Kyrie Irving.
Nobody gives squat about the Celtics anymore.