I'm starting to realize now that I wasn't meant to see last night's Celtics game.
You see, about three hours prior to gametime, I received a call from the girlfriend, with whom I just moved in. The move has been a rocky process, both with the usual packing/unpacking nightmare, as well as the fact that things seem to be breaking/nonfuctional in this new apartment, be they the sink, washer, dryer or internet. It's been a pain in the ass so far, and when I heard the tone in her voice yesterday afternoon, I knew that something else had gone wrong.
"It's...it's....it's your TV. I, um, turned it on, and then it wouldn't turn on, and then I heard a click, and then the room started to smell smoky. I'm so sorry honey, I think it's broken."
"...You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Sure enough, my beloved 32" flat-screen HD television had broken, and just before the biggest game of the Celtics' season. FUUUUUUUUUUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. The only other TV in the house was a 10-inch TV/VCR combo, which inexplicably came in black-and-white when I tried to hook the cables up to it. Black. And. White. Seriously.
I spent my night leaning forward, squinting, and saying things like "what's the fucking score?" "Wait, who scored that?" and "Holy shit, KG is even darker than I thought." Unfortunately, there is one play that came through pretty clear, even in black-and-white:
Now, I could talk about fourth-quarter shooting, or the fact that the C's made Sideshow Varejao look like Karl Malone, or the fact that our so called Big 3 has been playing like an Unflushable 2, but that video above sums up last night's game much better than I could. Just trust me when I tell you - as bad as the game looked to all of you last night, it looked even worse in black-and-white.