In silent protest of the media's NBA game preview saturation and game fixing discussions, I boycotted the first half of Game 4. Hey, a guy's gotta watch a golf major and have dinner!   I'm sick of the Stern talking head appearing, stating how much of a slime bag a certain, former official is.  (Stern's job is to protect the league, period, not tell us any potential truths or lies that we may not know.)  What could I miss in the first half, since the officials were sure to give the Lakers a huge lead.(That was a joke.)

"Click!"  The U.S. Open is over for the night, time for some third quarter basketball.

"Whoa, L.A. has a huge lead!"  Shocking.

A 20 point lead went boom in the third quarter and the Celtics likely locked up the title.  (Note, I said 'likely.')  The final eight minutes were entertaining as Kobe and the Three Bears pulled a big, fat, ahoga. 

Whoops!  Lakers fans have to be distraught after this choke job.  It's time the Lakers have blown a lead, since they've often been the recipient of gobbling up a deficit this year.

Stay tuned for the "Conspiracy Posts" to populate blog-dom.  The ghost of Red lives on.

Good night, Cerritos.

Tonight the puck finally drops as the NBA Championship begins.  The hypefest has been a runaway train on all the sports networks and media sites.  Let's get on with the Basketball.  I've had it with the preview shows and prognosticators.

While we remember and long for the days of "no easy layups," as seen in past Celtics/Lakers Finals, the NBA star system will protect the name brand players.  The only question is how tightly the officials will call the game and will the star treatment be equal at the charity stripe.

In Boston, the cameras will pan on past Celtic greats, and in Lala land we'll be forced to see Hollyweirdos in prime seats, vying for camera time.  We can't get enough of Jack!   If Spike shows, someone slap him.

What subject will the television media wear us out with first, Bill Walton's loyalty to Boston and his son, the great Red vs. Phil debate, or Kobe is as great as MJ?

What I do know is that His Royal Highness, Commissioner Stern, will be perched in his booster seat, quietly reveling at the pomp surrounding this Finals.  He'll smirk, yet barely smile knowing the ad revenue and overnight ratings will be huge.

Fans of the teams not in this Finals have to pick a team, like most of us do every year.  This year it's easy.  Just pick the team you hate and cheer against them from your couch, bar stool or cell block.

Beer?  Check!  Cheetos? Check!  Remote?  Toss it across the room!

As the great philosopher, Wayne said, "Game on!"

Ok Boston Celtics, this seven game series garbage has got to stop!

Atlanta AND Cleveland took the Celtics to the mat.  The cream of the 2008 NBA has stunk up the joint in two playoff series that should never have been as competetive.  Boston played down to the level of their opponents.  Yes, Cleveland is far superior to Atlanta, yet Cleveland wouldn't see the playoffs if they were in the West. (Hold the hate mail.)

Shocking in today's Game 7 was the point total.  Both teams actually sniffed at 100 points.  That was the heart stopper for me.  Instead of watching the final minutes bored to tears at the brick laying, I paced the floor with a beer, then another.

Since when are players allowed to JUMP ON TOP OF opponents for a loose ball.  You can't go through a dude for a rebound, so what's up with that!  Two memorable loose ball exchanges resulted in a double technical and a double date.  There were more peeps laying on top of each other than at an Indigo Girls concert.  All that was missing was George "Scrap Iron" Skadaski or Ivan "The Polish Hammer" Putski!

Maybe this dude can make a shot and play D!

Hey Celtics, I've followed you guys for years and it's time for you to act like the East champs.  It's too late for the garbage ball because the Pistons have been licking their chops waiting for you to bring your poor road play to their house.   Who'd think that you could be b-slapped around by punk teams this playoff season.  Today's Game 7 was far too close and you won't get another weak opponent.  Step it up against Detroit or be crushed! 

Ainge, get your butt down to the floor and give these guys a pep talk.  Tell stories about your days vs. L.A. and playing with a great squad.  Do something to motivate these fools!  That tiny Most Valuable Executive trophy you received isn't worth squat if you lose.  I have one just like it at the office and so do plenty of other dudes.  If anyone wants one, they retail @ $29.95!  Who will remember your 40 win improvement over last year if you continually play like a rec league team in the playoffs.  Every other team is hungry and you're getting by on your 2007-8 wins rep.  It's over baby.  Step it up or get the fishing reels ready!

Play ball!

Ok, I really hate Boston.  I'm already sick of the current successes in major sports.  For decades, Boston fans have been the ones we really pitied.  No more.   Via recent sports emergence, we fans now hate Boston.  Congratulations Boston, you can't use the 'pity card' any more.  Please drop it off at the public library.

1 The Red Sox ARE the new Evil Empire.  With the second highest sports payroll in the western hemisphere, why should a fan feel sorry for the Red Sox.  The current Santana Sweepstakes is a prime example of Red Sox' deep pockets.  Winning may make the country hate the Sox more than King George's Yankees.  

2 The Boston Celtics(love em') are the darlings of the NBA and media.  Add in the cute new uniforms and we have a Malibu Barbie sighting in the Fleet Center, or whatever it's called after the latest corporate takeover.

3 The New England Patriots.  How can fans not dislike a team that won three SuperBowls because of a frickin' kicker!  Then the team let the guy go to Indy, where he picked up another Ring.  Way to go.

4  Did I mention three SuperBowls won by a kicker?  All the wins could have been losses.  Ok, it's the Salary Cap Era and only NE has dominated.  I can't respect a NFL player who can perform his NFL duties and fire up a smoke at the same time.  Sorry, that's how I feel.  Hey, I saw that movie.

5   Junior Seau, the Dennis Erickson of players, jumped from the Chargers to Miami, to wherever, to retirement, then to New England, where he suddenly had the desire to play again.  Sorry Junior, you lost my first ballot HOF vote for that panty waisted activity.  Man up and admit that the Pats recruited you while under contract.

6  Video Gate!!!   Did we need this atrocity to distort our beliefs of fair and pure competition in the NFL.  Oh, the humanity(whatever that means).   How could the Pats brass have the brass to give a coach a video camera during the game.  Now all the Super Bowl wins are tainted in many eyes, forever.  Pats fans will be forced to defend all those wins in bar fights.  Wait, that's a normal Boston activity called Tuesday.

7  Randy Moss was stolen from the Raiders for the price of a slightly used lobster!  The Pats coughed up more for Wes Welker, yes, Wes Welker, than they did for Moss.  Blame the Raiders for helping New England re-load!

8 Coach Belichick.  First, the spelling of the name and name itself is an issue.  'Chick?  Then "The Hoodie" comes to mind.  Ever heard of clothing named after a coach, other than the Tom Landry fedora?  Nope.  Who cares if the coach is a slob.  We like to see chili sauce on the front.  That makes us believe Coach B is human and has his wife yell at him too.   What? Oh, really?  Mrs. Coach B filed for divorce?  See Bill, you should have dressed better.

9  Tom Brady  Baby Daddy!  This guy has the pick of the litter with all the kittens out there.  That should be reason #1, yet I'll cut him some slack since Bridget probably yells at him enough.  Baby Daddy!  At least he doesn't have a bunch of bad prison tats of his family all over him, I hope.

(she cleans up nicely)

10 A major sports network is bombarding us with self-serving promo commercials, featuring a 'Boston guy' who is smarter than you.  It comes off as poor man's Dennis Leary and was old after the second commercial, my friend.

The latest rumor has Reggie Miller coming out of retirement and signing with the Celtics.

This would be sweet for Celtics lovers and fodder for sports headlines.

  With the signing of these three beauties, the only question would be...what number would Reggie wear.

Look for conspiracy theorists to blame leprechauns and the Boston parquet floor if Reggie signs.

Blogs will abound from prognosticators like Josh Q Public and Lisa4USC.

The possibility of a Big 4 in Boston, even if the 4th uses a walker will put smiles on fans of the East come playoff time.