I write about sports for a living, and this news was riveting as a working journalist and crippling as a diehard Celtic fan. A shamrock knight in training since birth shortly after Larry Legend’s draft, as a five year-old spectator I gawked as Bird took the Lake-show down, and in 1986 marveled as the Twin Towers of Houston fell too. After those other ones went sadly in New York, I had my heart broken on the free throw line with New Jersey on the ropes and Kobe waiting the first time around.
To be brief (which I will fail to be), remember that we play the Chicago Bulls for at least a week straight. Calm your spirit. Forget their good stretch without solid half court schemes, just mixed screen and roll sets with interchangeable and vaguely reliable talent. It is about us. Remember that Bird sat for the 18-game winning streak that the current team topped this year with five wins during that run against the teams grouped in the first two rounds with them. It was not all KG, and aside from Chicago, they have not changed that much. The fates defended our 40 home-win season and last year’s franchise third best 66-win trek. So Philly earned the right to dodge us, however feebly. Guys like Willis Reed and Kurt Shilling are Kevin Garnett’s measuring stick. The Ticket wants to approach Duncan and Shaq. He wants three. He will appear and play in pain if Boston loses one of the first two games, and give whatever he can, because KG knows there is not always a chance the next time around. Fifteen seasons will be quite a bit of total wear and tear by the 2010 playoffs on the South Carolinian’s metaphorical shoulders, forget his knees by that point. But he already helped us, even if he stays off the sideline for his gutter mouth and seething emotions to spare us technical fouls with Crawford probably on the East coast … Paranoia, sorry, a tangent, but look, KG taught Baby when he made the Massive Squealer cry and changed his religion. Davis has grown into a real boy now to back the reliable Show of Powe. He plays sick to his stomach, stitched up, whatever … Perk runs the paint. Miller flops. This is the playoffs, not a good trade move for guys who have never been there, never done much together, and just lost focus to the Raptors. Salmons, Deng, or any Bull out-play Pierce in this series, or Ray for that matter? No chance with KG down. They are ready for this.
The Bulls have a rookie head coach and John Salmons has been hot, but not that hot. Ben Gordon is more all-day than Ray Allen? That one is tough, but next question; Pierce is not the reigning Finals MVP? Rose is going to hose Rondo against crowds for Rajon in Boston and against city history and Jordan as a rookie? Brad Miller? C’mon. Perkins is a champion, friends. Davis and Powe’s season averages total to Garnett’s, and only the naïve would leave out the upward-trending output of points, rebounds, steals, free throw percentages and general level of play they have been on this year. They are both 20 point threats against the defensively deficient Bulls on any given night in the United Center or the Garden. The champs will rule title-less Tyrus Thomas and Joachimp Noah. Aaron Gray will not make the difference. If Tim Thomas has another big shot in him for his playoff career, so be it. I think the Big Baby can birth an Enfant Terrible to beat a shot clock down the stretch, and I know we have a couple other guys who don’t mind game-winners. I wanted Baby to save it for Staples and make his mark against the greatest team we could face, but alas, we need him now …
Derrick Rose and Rajon Rondo will be a treat, yes, but Kirk Hinrich and Luol Deng (will he even suit up? What steady rotation and experience can they rely on behind Vinny del Negro? Oh, the rookie coach/rookie point guard combo is fearsome … please) are not going to pull out better numbers or more clutch plays than Tony Allen, Eddie House, and Steph Marbury combined against home court advantage. Will the Bulls beat us in green again with T.A. as the swing monkey-wrench to spell the Truth and a host of different front court options new to Doc’s disposal since the mid-west funk stunk up Saint Pat’s?
Keep faith for a series and then worry about how you feel concerning KG. If Orlando’s injuries lead to a stumble, or even if we face them in the second round, it will add anywhere from two weeks to a month more for Garnett’s knee to sort out before a real contender stands up. The Magic have a vague shot before the Cavs, but this could be a sly move by a team not above subterfuge in franchise history. The real smokescreen is we don’t need Garnett to beat the Bulls, Sixers or Magic on the road to unbalance a series entirely. And if the three units of Celtic Pride cannot win away from home, will they really lose to one of those teams in the Garden during the playoff frenzy? Are we going to drop one on the parquet against that kind of opposition with the other starting four in tact and the best bench in the league? Red Auerbach punched the Saint Louis Hawks’ coach in the mouth when he tried to get too slick with the officials through manipulative comments in the press. Nut shots for Verajao when KG comes back, anyone? The Red Auerbach award winner this year will be a bit of a bigger factor than the Mikki Moore fouls on Thomas and Hinrich in some weird rotation Chicago dreams up with a four point lead at home in game four, desperately seeking a win. If we pulled out the potpourri of victories in the regular season that I witnessed over the last two weeks to lock up the two seed, got healthy and gained experience, I’ll take us in two seven-game series against anybody on our half of the conference chart. Without KG. With KG I would take us to drop three games or less between the two series, but if one gets hairy on the way to lake Eerie, let it be. Stay positive team. Ubuntu.
And as a final not to KG, stay vigilant in the locker room. Watch the games, spot the trends and keep the team aware of their mistakes and where they can exploit Chicago’s weaknesses on each night. I would guess you do that, but don’t let this move to sit you with the pain get you down. Throw that poodle King Garnett … and welcome to the jungle Chicago. Enjoy your stay through Tuesday.