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A Celtic cry
The Celtics are slumping. And I'm still
playing and re-playing the same old tapes: game 2 and 4 of 1984 Finals and game
5 of the 1987 Eastern Finals. Heck, "Someone" dared to say that the Celts
once "played like sissies": and that was a Team of champions... Now we
are building excuses for our Celts. Injuries, tough schedule, bad referees,
an incoherent coach, everything is good to heal our fans conscience. The truth
is that I can't smell the scent of the Pride anymore. Maybe that's because the
Garden "tumbled down" (I rather prefer to imagine it passed this way), or the
original parquet was removed from the Fleet Center, or Larry Legend went back to
his Indiana to collect a Red Auerbach Trophy... I don't know. I'm just an
Italian fan who cannot avoid to follow his team buying tapes: but when I see'em
playing like sissies I ask to myself if wouldn't it be better for me to spare
some bucks for the next season. Maybe a lottery pick... an Auerbach-esque trade.
Ok, ok, Fabio, wake up to reality. Those old beautiful tapes are more dangerous
than drug, and the The Big Three addiction is not a disease curable with
medical treatment. I really can't unriddle this one, but a team with so much
talent should win at least half of the games without any problem. Perhaps Ron
Mercer was a one-dimensional player, but when PP played 3 and Toine played 4 the
Celtics scored from outside and from the paint, and this has always been the
recipe for winning in basketball. And with Walker going back and forth from
the key to the rim, the big men could play two on two and have easier looks to
the basket (like they used to do sometimes during the strike shortened season).
Perhaps, perhaps.... we sometime criticize Pitino's choices and decisions: are
we so sure we could do better trading places with Rick the Slick? I mean, I've
been playing basketball here in Italy since 1975 (I was eleven), and one
thing I learned is that the greatest team, with the smartest coach, with the
best organization still can lose if the chemistry is not adequate. Auerbach
chose his men between the players who didn't bother about statistics or
personal accomplishments, but who felt their fulfilling in the purest definition
of the Celtics Pride: winning as a team. I'm not sure that our players today are
eager for sacrifice: the Iversons, the Sprewells, the Webbers have underlined
that this is the future of the league. But maybe Pierce, Walker, Battie and
the others have been intoxicated by the old smell of the recently dismissed
parquet, and that they can still see the difference between Robert Parish and
Alonzo Mourning, between John Havlicek and John Starks. Maybe, maybe,
maybe....