The Celtics: Classless as They Wanna Be

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↵Am I the only person in the world who thinks that the way the Celtics ran up the score in the final minutes last night was about as classless and low as it gets? They couldn’t, and shouldn’t, have stopped playing, and yes, the Lakers had thrown in the towel. That said, in whatever situation you do it and at whatever level, firing up threes and lofting alley-oops when you’re up 30 is bush league. Well-coached high-school kids know better. Man, there used to be a code of conduct in the league about that kind of crap. Used to be a similar code in the NFL, but hey, the Patriots scrapped that too. ↵↵Well, what goes around comes around. You’ll be down again someday, Celtics, and hopefully when you are someone will kick you like dogs. If they do, don’t complain. Say “we deserved to be kicked like dogs because we were down and vulnerable.” This is how you want the world to be. ↵

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↵↵One would hope that Pierce’s wheelchair routine will not. But in this media-saturated and highly credible age where “seem” and “is” are so often conflated, who knows about that? Garnett’s contrived “anything is possible” cry to the heavens, about the only thing they could get him to say on air without dropping the f-bomb, may be remembered as a great moment of “spontaneous” emotion rather than the made-for-my-miniseries proto-Adidas ad that it was. Paul Pierce may get his number retired (sheesh) and join Russell and Hondo and Bird in the Garden rafters and be remembered as a great Celtic hero instead of what he actually was, a classless crybaby poster-child of the me-first NBA era who, admittedly, happened to be an excellent basketball player. ↵

↵↵In short, the dollar isn’t the only thing that’s undervalued these days. Heroes are coming cheaper all the time. ↵

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