Josh Q. Public:  Gonna fly now.  Flying high now.  Gonna fly, fly, fly.  -Detta Little & Nelson Pigford

Public Service Announcement:  OK here we go!  By now you all know I cannot take my eyes off this freak show they call the New York Knickerbockers.  Call it morbid curiosity.  Call it what you like.  But for every Jo Jo the Dog Face Boy, for every bearded lady, for every General Tom Thumb, sometimes you get to see the Flying Wallendas.  Last night was just such a night.  Last night I got see the future of the NBA and its name is Kevin Durant.  Last night I watched Kevin Durant score a game-high 30 points.  Last night I watched Kevin Durant go for a lay-up over David Lee.  No, stop, wait a minute.  Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman.  Please Mister Postman, look and see.  If there’s a letter in your bag for me.  Oh there’s a letter all right. A capital D.  That stands for dunk.  Tremendous dunk.  Thunderous dunk.  Monsterous dunk.  Slam dunk the funk.  We love it.  We need it.  We gotta have it.  Can’t get enough.  That ever loving stuff.  Oh, that marshmallow fluff.  Windmills.  Tomahawks.  Three sixty, from the foul line, between the legs, double clutching, rock the babying, off the backboard,  dipsy-doo slam-jam-bam dunkeroo, baby!  I love this game!  I love Kevin Durant.  I know it was against the lowly Knicks, but last night Durant was clearly the best player on the floor.  At age nineteen, he was the best player on an NBA floor.  Yowza!  In the second half he just attacked the basket.  Attacked with mesmerizing drives.  Attacked with paralyzing jumpers off the screen.  Attacked with a tantalizing 4-for-5 fourth quarter.  Attacked with a hypnotizing three to seal the deal.  Yes sports fans,  I’ve seen the future of the NBA and its name is Kevin Durant.

Public Acknowledgements:  PT Barnum, Marvelettes, Jon Landau, 5ive and the Seattle Post Intelligencer

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Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!

Josh Q. Public:  It might feel good, it might sound a little somethin’, but damn the game if it don’t mean nothin’.  -Public Enemy

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Hey you gabronies, do you smell what the Celts is cookin’?  Sure smells good.  Ooooh that smell.  Can’t you smell that smell?  Smells like playoffs baby, playoffs.  Ray Allen.  The rootinest tootinest shootinest guard in the West East.  The best jump shootinest guard in  basketball.  Jump shooting threes at forty percent clip.  I was shining my nine, you know how I do.  I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that ####  Ray Ray be on that ####  Seven time All-Star who just fills it up.  Kills it up.  Thrills it up.  Thrilled it up for fifty-four last year against the Utah Jazz.  Thrilled it up two years ago putting himself in second place on the NBA’s list of all-time three-point field goals made in a game.  Thrilled it up again in ‘06 breaking Dennis Scott’s ten-year-old NBA record for three-point field goals in a season by sinking 268.  Thrilled it up in ‘01 by becoming the NBA All-Star Weekend Three-point Shootout champion.  Did I mention this cat can shoot.  His shot poetry in motion.  Mmm, but it’s poetry in motion.  And when she turned her eyes to me.  As deep as any ocean.  As sweet as any harmony.  He’ll be playing in harmony with Big Al and the Truth.  With Sugar Ray, Big Al and the Truth, the Celtics are going to score some points.  A plethora of points.  A plentitude of points.  A profusion of points.  Preposterous points.  More points than you can shake a stick at.  More fun than a barrel of ####.  Roll out the barrel.  We’ll have a barrel of fun.  Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run.  Yup, we got the blues on the run all right.  On a playoff run.  And the fact that Theo Huxtable Ratliff’s expiring contract is still on the books tells me they ain’t done yet.  She looked at me with them brown eyes and said:  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.  B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen n-n-n-nothin’ yet.  Here’s something that you’re never gonna forget.  B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen n-n-n-nothin’ yet.  The Boston Celtics, repaving the path to glory.

Public Acknowledgements:  He Got Game, Rocky Maivia, Lynyrd Skynyrd, 50 Cent, Thomas Dolby, Bobby Vinton and Bachman Turner Overdrive.

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!