The BOSTON CELTICS Raise Banner #17

It couldn't have happened better if I had written it myself. The Boston Celtics had the best ever turn around from a previous losing season, and went on to just punish and bitch slap down the vaunted rivals called the LA Rapists, I mean Lakers. The hated Lakers represent cry babies, Hollywood, rich snobs, entitlement, smugness, and pretty much everything hateable in this world, while the blue collar Boston Celtics represented class, heart, determination, pride, and dedication as they won the NBA Championship after a 22 year drought for the 17th time. Paul Pierce lived in the purgatory of underachieving Celtic teams for one long decade while Kevin Garnett played his heart out alone in Minnesota with little results. Ray Allen also found little success with the soon to be dead Seattle Sonics. Then brought together by fate, or a little underhanded Celtic to Celtic trade (hello Danny Ainge [Celtics President]and Kevin McHale [Minnesota President]), we have ourselves a world championship team!

Don't forget the efforts of one Rajon Rondo who was panned all year as not being good enough and went toe to toe with some of the best guards in the league leading the team to victory. I will also not forget the efforts of James Posey who stepped up for 3's and dove to the floor for any and all loose balls. Kendrick Perkins scared people in the Center position while the old PJ Brown came in and shocked everyone with his great play and scoring when Boston couldn't find the bucket. Crowd favorite Eddie House came off the bench to light up the Garden (it will always be the Garden to me so shut the fuck up) while his kid cheered from the bench. Leon Powe I touted all year as the guy to watch and he stepped up and in to whatever role the Celtics needed. Don't forget the athleticism of Tony Allen, the shooting of Sam Cassell, the width of Glen Davis, red headed devil Brian Scalabrine, rookie bench warmer Gabe Pruitt, and the incomparable and hilarious I don't care how little he played I love him, Scot Pollard!

I cannot forget Mr. Doc Rivers, the coach who at times I questioned, but damn if you don't love him and he got the job done. The most thanks goes out to Paul Pierce, Kevin Garnett, and Ray Allen who came into Boston and re-established the Celtics as the dynasty they always were.

Fuck you Kobe you fucking smug bitch rapist. Fuck you laughable "zen master" Phil Jackson, Red Auerbach says hello with a smoking cigar and a middle finger. Fuck you LA!

WE, yes I said WE, win!