I write this as an exercise in catharsis. Tears stream down my face with each click of the keyboard, threatening to destroy my harddrive and my precious, precious files. My friends, the
Celtics have lost. Their post-season run has come to an end, and with it, my every ounce of happiness. While I loved every minute of KG's suited(!) sideline coaching, I can't help but think they might have made it a little bit farther if he weren't injured. I'm pretty sure Leon Powe was missed as well.
Ok, so it's not that bad. The
Nuggies are still in the running. What was it that Mark Cuban called them? Oh yeah, thugs. Baller.
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