Josh Q. Public:  I’ll be taking these Huggies and whatever cash ya got.  -Raising Arizona

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  What a game, what a game!  It might feel good.  It might sound a lil’ somethin’.  But damn the game if it don’t mean nuttin.’  This game meant somethin.’  It meant a lot.  It meant bragging rights.  Bragging rights to the best team in the league.  Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.  Until the Finals that is.  And you can bet your bippy one of these two teams will be there.  Be there in ye ole town square.  Be there like a big old grizzly bear.  I’ll be there with a love that’s strong.  I’ll be your strength.  I’ll keep holding on.  One of these two will be there to reestablish dominance.  To take back what is rightfully theirs. And if Glen Big Baby Davis has anything to say about it, that team will be the Boston Celtics.  While folks were watching Wild Card Weekend, I was watching good old-fashioned basketball.  Eddie Shore basketball.  NBA Basketball.  Where amazing happens.  Fan-tastic!  I was watching the Boston Celtics hand the Deetroit Pistons their first loss in twelve games.  I was watching the Boston Celtics take their own ninth straight.  I was watching Big Baby break out of his diapers.  Awwww, you broke your cherry!  Sugar Ray Allen didn’t have it.  The Big Ticket was in big foul trouble.  But there’s no need to fear, Big Baby is here.  Big Baby led all scorers with twenty points.  Twenty big points.  Including sixteen big points in the big fourth quarter.  KG double-teamed.  Underneath to Big baby.  The Truth mobbed driving the lane.  Underneath to Big Baby.  Again and again.  There’s Big Baby crashing the offensive boards.  There’s Big Baby converting three point opportunities.  There’s Big Baby playing like he’s back at the Pistol Pete Assembly Center.  But this wasn’t La Tech he was up against.  Not Ole Miss.  This was the Deetroit Pistons.  The Bad Boys.  Rasheed Wallace.  Forcing Rasheed Wallace to settle for jump shots.  Owning Rasheed Wallace on the offensive glass.  The big question at the beginning of the season was the Celtics bench.  It looks like the big answer is the Big Baby.  Roll Celtics, Roll! 

Not for nothing, the Boston Celtics are the Chris and Snoop (the Wire) of the NBA.  Before you know it, you're dead in a vacant.  Just like that.

Public Acknowledgements:  Public Enemy, Peter May, Rudyard Kipling, Diana Ross, Slapshot, Goodfellas and Underdog

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Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!