Celtics Miss Conference Finals – Blame Will Ferrell
Can you hear that?
(I’ll give you a moment to soak it in…)
(… Still soaking…)
(Isn’t this great? Just us friends, reveling in the moment. Good times.)
That was the sweet sound of Boston fans around the globe crying out in anguish. There are few things in life as pleasurable as watching a Boston or New York fan whine, squirm and bawl over an anguishing defeat.
If you haven’t yet, give it a roll in the hay. You’ll like it. I promise.
I can’t wait to read all the excuses Boston fans around the country will write. Especially those of a certain blogger in Los Angeles whose affinity for Boston sports jumped over the “borderline creepy” fence wearing nothing but cut-off jean shorts, a pink tank-top and gelled, immaculate hair with frosted tips, miles ago.
If he’s even man enough to write it. My bet’s on a podcast.
Can’t you just feel the, “If KG had been healthy…” columns and blogs being typed as we speak?
Writers can blame Kevin Garnett if they want. Or they can blame Ray Allen, Paul Pierce, or Rajon Rondo.
Or they can blame who I blame – Will Ferrell. It was either Will Ferrell or forward, Brian Scalabrine on the court. To be honest I had trouble determining which pudgy, undermanned white guy with the nappy red afro was out there wearing a Celtics jersey.