Basketball, LOVE IT

Did you see that Celtics-Cavs game 7? I loved the refs in the 4th quarter. They just let them play, possibly to a fault. Missed calls on both ends, but no ball whistles. God I loved it, and it was nice to see Lebron cry in his beer at the post game press conference.

Now, let me just say. The FOOLS who will tell you the Pistons are poised to beat the Celtics are getting a little head of themselves. The Pistons fell apart vs. Lebron and his cast of garbage last year. The Celtics kept Lebron down until Game 7 where nothing was gonna keep him caged. Lebron needs no great sidekicks. He could use B and B+ players but with his highly flawed teammates, coach, and personal defense he carried that team to the brink of defeating a monster of a team. The Pistons on the other hand got reversed swept last year when Lebrons third and fourth options last year were Donyell Marshall and Drew Gooden.

ESPN has been saying he has no sidekicks on that team but lets list the shooters: Daniel Gibson, Sasha Pavlovic, Wally Sczerbiak, Delonte West, and Damon Jones. All those guys can hit open shots no problem and 5/6 can hit a contested shot with few issues. I expect them to get a better O-Coordinator and win the Central next year. They are disgustingly close. 

So how do I see the Celtics-Pistons going? 6 games, Celtics. Yeah, that means they gotta win a road game, but you know what? The Pistons have proved the last couple years that when they face a monster team or opponent they are more likely than not to start crying and pack up camp. 

Go Hornets!

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