Well, that couldn’t have possibly gone any worse. The Celtics missed 4,528,924 layups, Kendrick Perkins got injured, the Lakers bench got its groove back, Kobe kept it going, Pau played with some swagger, Rajon Rondo is still sleeping somewhere in the Lakers locker room, and I’m pretty sure Michael Finley died of old age while sitting on the bench.
It’s gut-check time on Thursday, ladies and gentlemen. Game 7, on the road, after getting smoked, against a suddenly-confident team led by arguably the world’s greatest player. As deflated as this game made me, I’m pumped for Thursday already… and also very, very afraid.
The good thing is, the Celtics can’t possibly play worse. The bad thing is, they’re still playing.