As fun as snow-loaded games are to attend, they can be equally as miserable. Tossing snow into the air like a 5 year old, in unison with 55,000 other people when your team scores a TD is truly an unreal feeling; The polar opposite of which is walking a mile and a half back to the car, soaking wet, with every car on Route 1 splashing you as they drive by.
I need to invest in a pair of snowpants.
Rajon Rondo is gaining confidence with every game. This does not bode well for the rest of the league. There was a stretch where he just carved up the Knicks, driving to the basket and seemingly daring someone to stop him.
Brian Scalabrine is just terrible. Spare me the lines about him doing to "little things" or being such a good team player. This all went out the window when he managed to fall flat on his ass and still manage to draw a foul. Furthermore, I could tell from the 300's KG was bullshit to check back into the game becuase Veal fouled out.
The Celtics Dancers (if you would like to call them that) are just another reason why I'm horrified to have a daughter. And if I do, may the only chance she sets foot on a professional basketball court is as a backcourt starter for the relaunch of the WNBA, circa 2040.
If I wasn't from Boston, I'd probably hate us too.
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