"Ceeeeeeelebrate good times, c'monnnnnnnnn!!!!!""
"Everybody dance nowwww!!!!!!"
"It's fun to hang at the Y M C A!!!!"
"Shorty had them apple bottom jeans! Boots with the furrrrrrrrr!!!!"
If you were expecting a more professional introduction, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I just simply have this overwhelming urge to bask in the glory of today's unfoldings.
Yes, perhaps, a KG-led squad would have beaten the Cavs in a seven games series as a road team. Perhaps, they also would have done the same to the Lakers.
But, if you are sitting in my chair, you could care less. The fact is that the Celtics have carried themselves as thugs all year. They played over-aggressively. They tried to punk teams, much in the same form they did with the Lakers in last year's finals. Perkins probably broke the record for flagarent fouls. Heck, Rondo even became a prick.
No, I'm not a Lakers, Hawks, or Cavs fan. I'm a Heat fan. The Celtics have never bothered us, but they have bothered me. They have bothered a lot of people. They simply showed no class all year. The latest example came when Ray Allen threw an elbow into Anderson Varejo's groin just last Sunday.
Now, everyone finally gets the last laugh. Let's just put this all in perspective. Nothing outside the basketball court happened today that anyone would consider tragic. Rather, all that DID happen was what can only be called KARMA. Poetic Justice. The bully pushed everyone around and now the bully finally fell.
See, I watch the NBA because I want to see basketball. If I wanted to see guys trying to get a mental advantage over their opponent by acting like a jerk, I would watch the UFC or the WWE.
The shame in all this is that there are still basketball players like Kenyon Martin, Nate Robinson, and David West who think that the Suge Knight method of respect is the right way.
In life, we all want to believe that the good guys will win and the bad guys will lose at the end of the day.
Today, it did.