Forget for a second the loss, which could have been a win if Paul Pierce’s buzzer beater had been just a few inches different.
Tonight’s Celtics performance demonstrated everything that makes the Celtics tough to beat and everything that will hold them back. They had offensive droughts. Occasionally made turnovers that left me shaking my head. Couldn’t rebound for shit, including the huge Spurs offensive rebound which led to Matt Bonner’s back-breaking bucket in the final minute.
But using a small-ball lineup which often featured Rajon Rondo, Avery Bradley AND Ray Allen, the Celtics held the Spurs to just 28 second-half points, wouldn’t die even when they got down 15 early and the Spurs wouldn’t miss a frigging shot, and ultimately battled back despite missing numerous open shots, just because they fought like hell.
Yeah, they lost for the first time in the past six games. But nights like these are why I have fallen in love with this Celtics crew. They refuse to die, play their asses off, don’t care who gets the shine and hardly ever take nights off. I’m in love. Swooning everywhere. Even after the loss.
P.S. — I would and probably should) complain about isolating Paul Pierce on the final possession, but it’s worked too many times.