And so, The Reign of the Celt-Opossum has begun in earnest.
Be afraid, Miami. Be very afraid.
Since the appearance of the lone Possum atop the fence beside The Garden that fateful end-of-May morning, the Boston Celtics have not lost a single game. Not one.
Granted, there have only been two of them, but still...possum!
Down 2-0 to a favored Miami Heat team that paid “experts” all but crowned Eastern Conference Champions, the Celtics have overcome a 14 point backhanding from Miami in Game 1 and recovered nicely from the so-called “soul crushing” overtime “gave-away-a-15-point-lead” defeat in Game 2 to tie the series. The C’s now head back into Miami with a renewed energy, sense of purpose and bolstered confidence, and the chance to come back to Boston for a closeout game with a victory tonight.
Uncurling from their possum-like catatonia, The Green have forced the Heat to reconsider their lineup with almost as much frequency and desperation as the sports show talking heads now scrambling to try and make you forget the images of them foolishly waiving brooms at the beginning of the series.
Rising with the team itself were several key players who had, until games three and four, been either sub-par, substandard, or just plain ol’ sub-human (see: Zombies A.K.A. “Walking Dead”).
And, there was no player left for dead more completely than Marquis Daniels who rose in Lazarus-esque fashion in Game 3 to provide a spark for the C’s, along with Keyon Dooling, and again in Game 4 with Dooling taking the lead, and the heretofore nearly invisible Brandon Bass finally showing signs of life on offense.
As Rudy T. once said, “never underestimate the heart of a champion.” And, never look a gift-possum in the tail...or, whatever.
Clearly, the Celt-Opossum represents the team as a whole, but just as obviously, it speaks for the seldom-heard-from players that line the bench providing the emphatic “Yeah!” every time the pundits of putridity babble mindlessly about how the Celtics bench couldn’t beat Bea Arthur and her fellow Golden Girls in a game of five on four.
Given Coach Rivers’ penchant for telling just about everyone to the left of the ballboys that “you’re gonna win a game for us,” you can expect more Fatal Attraction up-from-the-tub re-animations off of the C’s bench as this series continues.
“Are you practicing that jumper, Sasha?” “Hey, Hollins...put down that basket of fries and look alive!” “Uh, Mr. Williams? We might need you to test the soundness of someone’s abdomen for a couple of trips down the court.”
And, speaking of which...you KNOW the Great Celt-Opossum has the South Beach Spoilsports worried when they’re counting on Chris Bosh to come in and save the day. Chris Bosh. Chri-effing-Bosh!
Hey, sports guys....you might want to start thinking about taking on a day job.