Am I crazy to have real hesitancy about the Celtics adding Chris Kaman — a legitimate scoring threat in the post and a significant rebounding upgrade over any center the Celtics have — because I want to preserve the chemistry and unity Boston is starting to show lately? Am I nuts to want Chris Wilcox — who was great last night, but not so much the rest of the season — to remain Boston’s backup center just because the Celtics are perhaps emerging as a team with no agendas besides winning and stopping their opponents? Am I insane to settle for Jermaine O’Neal as Boston’s starting center because I don’t want to disrupt the growing sense of pride and togetherness of a .500 team that hadn’t beaten a single winning opponent until Thursday?
I may be out of my skull, but I’m starting to love the feeling I get from this team. Doc Rivers brings Mickael Pietrus into the game and he dives on the floor, chases whoever he’s defending around the court and pesters any opponent in his path. Rivers starts Avery Bradley and he hounds a primary ball handler for 94 feet. E’Twaun Moore subs in while carrying his lunch pail and makes plays. Paul Pierce is beginning to look spry. Kevin Garnett is starting to spew profanities at any human being standing on his path to the hoop. The Celtics now boast the league’s third-best defensive efficiency despite failing to stop a soul for the season’s first few weeks, and are starting to resemble the glory years of yesterday in terms of contesting shots and boxing out and out-working anyone and everyone.
Does Danny Ainge really want to risk that to acquire Chris Kaman? Am I really fighting to preserve the chemistry of a 9-9 team? Is somebody unknowingly slipping drugs into my 5-hour energy each morning? Does Grizzly Adams really have a beard?
Don’t answer those questions. Kaman’s a long shot. Somebody will probably trade for him despite New Orleans’ asking price reportedly being too high, so he likely won’t become a buy-out candidate. But if he is, I don’t know what to think. My mind tells me it makes a lot of sense, but my heart tells me otherwise.