I was re-watching us get our asses kicked in the first quarter against the Cavs on opening night, and I noticed one thing I missed the first time through. At the 4:54 marker of the first quarter, Doc brings Sheed into the game. We're down 21-12. A minute later we're down 26-14. Bron-Bron just canned a 96-foot three pointer with the shot-clock running down. Cleveland, it seemed, could do no wrong, while the Celtics were struggling to do anything right.
Until the next trip down the floor, when Sheed catches the ball two feet behind the arc, pauses for a moment to get his feet settled under him, and then drills a three with Z's hand in his face. Nothing but net. As #30 is back-pedaling down the court, the camera man zooms in on his face. Sheed's waiting for eye contact with the Ticket. When he gets it, Sheed closes his eyes for an observable second, opens them, and then nods to #5. His face is otherwise expressionless, but calm. He seems to be saying something. He seems to be saying this:
Nothing to worry about, Big Fella. This is why you guys brought me here. The reinforcements have arrived. Now let's go get that lead back.
Well, that's how I read it anyway. :)