On Tuesday, the Celts go to Detroit and lose by 3 with no Antoine Walker, and they had a good shot to win the game with a break here or there. Things looked good for a rematch in Boston. On Friday, with Antoine Walker, the Celtics get nipped by the Pistons in Boston 118-66 (Luckily, we had that 5 point run at the end). Luckily Tommy Heinsohn was already home with the flu, because this game would have made him even sicker. Even in the 16-66 M(inor) L(eague) Carr fiasco this didn't happen.
Bringing the French along in a war is like bringing an accordion along when you go hunting. All it provides is useless noise.
And tonight, the Celts won by a ton. The NBA is truly fantastic!
Well Mr. Burns had done it. The power plant had won it. With Rogers Clemens clucking all the while. Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile. While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile. We're talkin'... Softball. From Maine to San Diego. Talkin'... Softball. Mattingly and Canseco. Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw. Steve Sax and his run-in with the law. We're talkin' Homer... Ozzie and the Straw.
The ESPN article says that Randolph apparently had a permit for the weapons, so there's no faulting him for that one. But everything else just reeks of stupidity. I just sense, though, that he's getting nothing more than a slap on the wrist for this.