You know the Celtics are in a losing streak when....

[nickagneta]

...you start seeing voids in your HDTV from the impacts of all the items you've been throwing at it for the last few games.

...the thought of hurt, second round, rookies start entering into your mind as replacements for starters.

...the "Fire Doc" threads start becoming more prevalent on Celticsblog.

...your beer starts to taste a little more sour with every loss.

...Dan Shaughnessy starts writing Celtics related articles again.

...you start to realize that you're working yourself into a panic attack worrying about if the 25 point fourth quarter lead is enough to beat the Timberwolves.

...you have laryngitis the day after a game because you were screaming at Doc, the players and the refs so much in anger that you lost your voice.

...you notice large chunks of hair in your palms after watching game.

...that sour beer just isn't cutting it and you start breaking out the hard stuff at halftime.

...the ESPN Trade Machine webpage gets set to your home page.

...Tony Allen starting seems like a good idea.

...you start PMing Roy Hobbs trying to convince him to file a lawsuit on your behalf for negligence and nonperformance, requesting your season ticket cost be refunded along with punitive damages for pain and suffering.

...you go to a psychiatrist and argue with him that you need medication to fight that dreaded disease, SCD(Severe Celtic Depression).

...you start counting the days until spring training.

...there's an empty bottle of that hard stuff on the table next to you and you are glad you can't remember the final score anymore.

[Edgar]

U get 10 new threads in one hour talking about how we all have to jump out of the ship, trade our starters, and fire Doc (that one being call before by nick).

[GroverTheClover]

.. you start debating whether to read the Sherman Act or watch the Celts-Cavs game tonight..

[celticmaestro]

... you watch Finals games over and over, banishing the memory of current form.

... you cry whenever you see James Posey.

... your hate for teams we've no real reason to hate (Warriors, Blazers, Bobcats) doubles.

[Edgar]

You really think we are not the best team.

[Hoyo de Monterrey]

You find youself picking and rooting for a Laker in the Pick A Player Over/Under Points Game.

[Edgar]

You find youself picking and rooting for a Laker in the Pick A Player Over/Under Points Game.

you just remember me I have to go making my pick of today..

[Hoyo de Monterrey]

You find youself picking and rooting for a Laker in the Pick A Player Over/Under Points Game.

you just remember me I have to go making my pick of today..

Good idea haha me too

[crownsy]

40-60 odd posters with under 200 posts who are never present during the good times show up and start "we are the worst team ever!" threads.

[Bankshot]

... you watch Finals games over and over, banishing the memory of current form.

... you cry whenever you see James Posey.

... your hate for teams we've no real reason to hate (Warriors, Blazers, Bobcats) doubles.

Should I be embarrassed to admit that I have actually done those things? (well I haven't cried over Posey, but I've been extremely ticked off every time I see him play!).

[housecall]

when you don't answer calls from family or friends who live in any city we recently lost to.

[ACF]

40-60 odd posters with under 200 posts who are never present during the good times show up and start "we are the worst team ever!" threads.

Yeah.

[Andy Jick]

...when you start thinking that antoine walker might actually be able to help this team.

[Hoyo de Monterrey]

40-60 odd posters with under 200 posts who are never present during the good times show up and start "we are the worst team ever!" threads.

TP... like we'd really switch positions with the Nets, Knicks, Sixers, Raptors, Bulls, Pistons, Pacers, Bucks, Bobcats, Heat, Wizards, Kings, Suns, Warriors, Clippers, Thunder, Wolves, Nuggets, or Grizzlies... Extremely conservative estimate too.

[Redz]

...you start pining for the good ol' days when you were counting down the moments til the lottery