Note To Cavs Fans:
This is our house, our team, and our city ... we are the greatest, proudest, most die-hard fans in the world, and you are the foe. Yes, LeBron is an incredible player, and while he has yet to accomplish the things one needs to in order to be considered "one of the best of all time", he is indeed one of the best in the game today. But know this: he is our enemy, (as you are), and he will NOT be "killed with kindness" when he's in our house!
This is the playoffs, and we are the Celtics ... we know this game as well as anyone, and we've won it ALL sixteen times before. Why should we consider advice from a land whose people have NEVER tasted the Ultimate Prize? We know what we need to do to get there again, and being kind to our foes is not an option. We are rabid, we are hungry, we are determined, we are relentless, and we are very, very serious. This is our territory, our nation ... our blood runs green, it courses for our beloved Celtics alone, and is spilt only on the field of battle, and only for the cause of Seventeen.
This is the land of the Big Three, the real Big Three, where the "Truth" lights our way, and will "Pierce" every heart; where bright "Rays" can penetrate any darkness; where there is a single "Ticket" ... as "Big" as life, and it's one-way only, and an express trip to Inten City; where "Rage" is loosened upon all who threaten, and wets the tip of our spear; where "Perk"-ing up takes on new meaning ... of being a monster in the paint; where a pocketful of "Posey" is a truck-load of trouble, and pimpin' is all about "Powe"-tential; where power is in the "House", and it's only rainin' threes; where "Sam"-I-Am means a double-clutch, a swish, and a smile; where our "Big Baby" will make YOU cry; and where there's only one "Tony" Award ... given for the most heart.
Yes ... this is our building, our house, and our home, and whatever chants may arise in the heat of battle, we will not apologize for. It is the battle that matters most, and the ultimate prize ... nothing else is of import, and whatever we must do to claim that victory, we will do. But take heart in this: we know our opponent, and we know you are a formiddable one ... we would expect nothing less, for we are worthy of only the most bitter of campaigns. We respect your purpose, for it is our most devout aim ... but your "King" is no king to us, and rules not a soul in this Land of Green.
Perhaps you should take your suspirations to him, for it was he who bespoke those words after our first battle on Tuesday, promising his people he would not have two bad games in-a-row. We are a simple people, with simple desires ... all our longings and hopes rest in the Green Machine and their quest for Seventeen. We will chant, we will scream like banshees, we will paint ourselves for battle and wear all manner of foolish accouterments, we will flail our arms and jump like kangaroos, and we will spend our last pennies on all things green ... but we will keep our eyes on The Prize.
Whatever becomes of our two teams, our Lands, our people ... do not ask us to be what we cannot be. We have been champions many times, and we fight for nothing less now. You are an antagonist, and we will treat you as such ... nothing less, nothing more. A foe is a foe, and to a true warrior, that is all that matters. So, while our chants may offend you, and while our actions may disturb, you can be clear in the knowledge that we will be a respectable opponent, and that we offer up no faux appeasements, or claim no false allegiance to you or yours. Be clear in the only thing that matters in battle ... we are as you are:
The Enemy.