Playing basketball in the rarefied air of 29-3 is heady stuff. But after watching last night's Timberwolves game, I'm beginning to think that other than Kevin Garnett and Kendrick Perkins, the rest of the Boston Celtics forgot to strap on an oxygen tank in the final days of playing ball in the stratosphere.
I'm not sure who is inhabiting the bodies of Ray Allen, Paul Pierce and company, but it certainly isn't anyone I'm familiar with. I think Reggie Miller could walk on the court from the broadcast booth and shoot more accurately than Jesus. Paul Pierce has been performing his role as late-game, go-to guy about as often as the stock market experiences a good day.
The Cs appear listless in general and totally out of sync on offense. They don't play defense in the first half. By the time the second half rolls around, they have to play defense just to have a shot at winning.
Consider it a good thing that the Celtics play the Magic and Mavericks this week.
We'll see if our boys can motivate themselves to turn this ship around. We'll see if Doc can get everyone to elevate their games.
If not, a couple of losses might teach them that they have regressed considerably, and are nowhere near a championship run.
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