Enemy Chatter: "I'm going to cry"

I often wonder what opposing teams, their beat reporters and bloggers are saying about the Celtics after playing the Celtics. Here's a dose of 'enemy chatter' from New York.

Ugh. It's been over half an hour, I've taken my postgame shower, and I'm still a wreck. I think Joamiq summed up how a lot of us felt after that ending. Had Paul Pierce's game-winning step-back J been the end of the story, I'd be okay right now. It was a bummer, but I saw that one coming. What I didn't see coming was a spot-on Amar'e Stoudemire three that sent me into a screaming, windmilling frenzy before I realized it was launched well after the buzzer sounded. The human nervous system is not equipped to deal with such an emotional swing.

Poasting and Toasting

While I certainly respect a blogger who wears his heart on his sleeve, I can only say…

Bahahahahahahahaha!!!

On Page 2, the Knicks heartbreak hurts so good.

In their hearts, they knew. They had seen Amar’e Stoudemire hesitate ever so slightly as he squared up from beyond the 3-point arc, beyond the top of the key. They had seen the bright red rectangle bordering the backboard flash in that eye-blink before the ball left Stoudemire’s fingertips, even if they badly wanted their eyes to lie to them once the ball splashed through the twine.

Sure they knew. The Knicks knew. The 19,763 people in the stands knew (minus Spike Lee, that is, who wanted to share a bold word or two with a Celtic or three).

They knew, and didn’t care. The Knicks hugged each other and jumped on each other and waited for the scoreboard to reflect a 119-118 victory. The crowd knew, and didn’t care, roaring like it was 80 degrees and May outside, not 20 degrees and December, a bellow that came from the deepest reaches of their soul, from so many nights when they’d been forced to stay quiet as a novitiate.

NY Post

This is pathetic. Don't New Yorkers have any self-respect and dignity?

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Enemy Chatter: “I’m going to cry”

Alan Draper

Alan Draper

Alan Draper