I'll admit, I had little faith they'd come back, but I just switched venues. I watched at a friend's house in the first half, and I had to run a quick errand for work at some point. I had decided beforehand to leave at halftime, but in the 2nd quarter, decided if they cut it to less than 14 by halftime, I'd stay. It looked good, but when Farmar's running bank 3 went in, I was bumming.
I left at the half, read some trash talking text messages from Laker fan friends, had visions of cutting it to 5 in the 3rd, ran the errand, listened to the opening of the 3rd quarter on the radio, heard it go down to 12, got excited, and then it got up to 20 around the time I got home and I almost decided not to watch the rest. Instead, I walked in the house, turned on the TV, paused it and started doing some stuff around the house, figuring at least I'll be able to fast forward through this stinker.
But from the moment I sat in my chair and pressed play, the comeback was ON. I caught up by the end of the 3rd, not believing what I'd just seen. Texted "uh oh" to those trash talking Laker fan friends and enjoyed the rest of the greatest Celtics win since I've been a truly cognizant fan (I'm 27, so I was just 5 in 86 - my previous favorite was Game 5 against Indiana - the Bird head injury game). It was absolutely amazing.
Needless to say, I won't be leaving my house Sunday.