If you are not a Celtics fan, or even if you are but are too young to remember any of the past 16 championships, you probably don't understand how hard it is for some of us to fully enjoy what is taking place without Arnold Auerbach (who many people call "Red") and the long time Voice of the Celtics, Johnny Most.Since we last assembled for one of these finals, both have passed away, Red scarcely two years ago. They approached the issues of a championship differently, but it all came out the same in the end: we should win and the other team and the officials are all that stand in our way. Nothing, not even being down 1-3 can stop us and, most times, often against the Lakers in one identity or another, we have won sometimes against all odds, and, frankly, reason.
Until 1987 we had never lost an NBA Finals to the Lakers (either as LA or Minneapolis.) The second of the 16 was against Minneapolis and was a sweep and then we won the next eight consecutive NBA Championships. Four times in the 1960s we beat them as LA and we also took the great Magic v Bird series in 1984.
In 1969, when the Cs were barely a .500 team, we got to game 7 in LA and they had all those damn balloons in the rafters but they never got to drop them because something, somewhere, allowed some stupid shot by Don Nelson to go through the basket and the Cs won. I loved watching those balloons as the Cs marched off the court.
And all of this had Johnny Most describing it, mainly on WBZ Radio, Group W, Westinghouse Broadcasting in Boston. Even a New York Times columnist could hear Johnny screaming from the grave "a--a---a---and Posey STOLE THE BALL!!!! JAMES POSEY JUST STOLE THE BALL FROM HIM. HE SAID IT'S MINE AND THEN HE TOOK IT" the other night in game 7 against Detroit or, "here's comes Pierce" when the fatally injured one returned to action after missing 1:30 of playing time.
Yes, LA has won the last two finals we played against them but we were getting old by then. Of course, the current team is just as old but it will be fun to see those stupid yellow unis again and Nicholson and all that.
In 1969, when the Cs were barely a .500 team, we got to game 7 in LA and they had all those damn balloons in the rafters but they never got to drop them because something, somewhere, allowed some stupid shot by Don Nelson to go through the basket and the Cs won. I loved watching those balloons as the Cs marched off the court.
And all of this had Johnny Most describing it, mainly on WBZ Radio, Group W, Westinghouse Broadcasting in Boston. Even a New York Times columnist could hear Johnny screaming from the grave "a--a---a---and Posey STOLE THE BALL!!!! JAMES POSEY JUST STOLE THE BALL FROM HIM. HE SAID IT'S MINE AND THEN HE TOOK IT" the other night in game 7 against Detroit or, "here's comes Pierce" when the fatally injured one returned to action after missing 1:30 of playing time.
Yes, LA has won the last two finals we played against them but we were getting old by then. Of course, the current team is just as old but it will be fun to see those stupid yellow unis again and Nicholson and all that.
I haven't watched much basketball since those great days so long ago. From what I have seen this year, the Cs can win this if the good Ray Allen shows up and we lose if that imposter who seemed to be playing in his uni in the East Finals is around. (This is, for us oldsters, the role formerly played first by Havlicek, then by Bird). Whether he knows it or not, Allen is channelling Red by getting into Kobe's head (and, again, showing my age, his stupid father, Jellybean, was such a waste of time when he was on the Sixers, that it is hard to believe this guy is as good as they say).
In the meantime, a few reading assignments for anyone who does not know what I am talking about but is interested:
First Bob Hohler from a few days ago. Then Ryan and Shaughnessy today: both classics already.
BEAT LA!!!!