This Is a League of STAND THE FUCK UP AND DANCE!
I have a simple song for all of you, one that unfortunately I just can't shake. In the name of all high gods, why can't the Celtics score more? On the most primal basketball level, you've got Garnett, Pierce, and Allen all on the same team, with a supporting cast just competent enough to not ignore. I know that this Boston team wins like the dickens (until the playoffs), but is there anyone made happy by seeing this trio struggled to each top 15, even on a good night?
I think Barkley said something similar to this, or at least said these two things within the same five-minute window of time: This is not no Big Three. Big Three's drop 20 a piece, easy, on any given night. You know, like Arenas, Jamison, and Butler.
Paul Pierce used to throw up 30 points like it was nothing. Ray Ray would hit threes in his sleep, then throw in some moves to the hoop to cement his star status. And Garnett, even though he never liked scoring, was the nervous center of an offense and always piling up points. Now, this team lives and died by Posey's threes and Rondo's jumper. That's why you take on one Hall of Famers and two borderline cases?
I get all for one and one for all, and that this team is built on functionality. But at the end of the day, a stud is still a stud. There are plenty of points to go around. And damn it, Boston could use them. Like really, how exactly have they all suppressed that instinct to bust loose, to be the star they know themselves to be? It's called asserting yourself, and with talent, it breaks games open. Unless this whole Celtics thing is a conspiracy theory to mask precipitous declines in these three All-Stars games.
We talk a lot about stars and style and all that, and this is a perfect case of why it really matters. Whatever Boston's put together as their plan for the future, it's squelched something in these three stars. They've sacrificed some of that unpredictability, that desire to run shit, that need to overcome everything in their sight.
When I bitched about what Garnett's become in Boston, I was roundly crucified for wanting him to suffer on the tundra, where his myth rose up into the sky like the Northern Lights (which are probably not visible from Minnesota). But watching them now, this team could definitely use a little of the live-wire KG, the slightly out-of-control Pierce, or the suave justice meted out by Allen. I know they want to win, and are convinced they're doing the right thing. I mean, for a minute, the Spurs won like this (though not anymore. . . ).
But they won a little before. And when they did, it came from being stars, from exploiting their talents and allowing themselves to open up and roar. As a matter of fucking course. Why that's so at odds with sticking together and being friends, I have no idea. Commitment to a cause is admirable, but if Boston wants a championship, Garnett, Pierce and Allen need to stand the fuck up and remember who they are. I know there's such a thing as playoff basketball. I also know that three stars and solid support should be whupping LeBron and his valley of knick-knacks.
Unless, of course, they are no longer stars. How you lose that, how it doesn't bubble up at moments like this, is a mystery to me.