A Night Out With The Celtics

On Wednesday, I went to my first Celtics game ever with my brother and my friends, Scott and Mike. Our goals were simple: start a "Scalabrine" chant and enjoy an easy victory over the LOLcats...I mean, Bobcats. Of course, maybe we shouldn't have expected as much when we knew that Ray Allen would miss the game and suspected that Big Baby Davis would miss it too, suffering from back pain after carrying the team in the fourth quarter on Saturday against the Pistons (actual injury: knee).


The first quarter went well, but it was clear early on that Jason Richardson was hitting everything, so of course we started to root for him to get injured. Once we got our first sighting of Scal coming off the bench, we tried to get a chant going, but the first attempt didn't survive. We also got to see the new Celtics dancers for the first time, and Mike started yelling out to one of them (from our seats in the upper level, so no one heard him). For much of the game I thought he was doing a fake Boston accent, but it turns out that, according to the program, one of the girls is actually named "Jennafa". Her name could not be more perfect for the average Yahdood fan. Also, she says she sleeps "75% of the day"...not sure if she's big on math, but that's 18 hours. Well done, Jennafa.


The second quarter was where everything began to go to shit. At one point the Celtics were up by 11 or 12, but then they stopped scoring and stopped defending simultaneously, and it was actually a small Bobcat lead at halftime. The highlight of this quarter was the mildly successful Scalabrine chant, although we didn't start it, but we contributed. The fans right behind us had finally started to show signs of being drunk (and thereby entertaining as hell) with their own chant for James Posey, while everyone else was chanting for defense. Also, I think there were exactly zero times in the game when the crowd chanted for defense, prompted or not, when it actually worked. Just about every "DE-FENSE" ended with a Bobcat basket.


Second Celtic Dancer point I almost forgot: although this picture on their home page shows a little differently, we counted two Celtic dancers out of 20 that wore a number that wasn't Garnett, Pierce or Ray Allen, and those two both wore Kendrick Perkins' 43. No love for Rondo, girls?


Anyway, the third quarter brought much of the same, and the Bobcats' lead extended to 7. Despite the final result, the fourth quarter was mostly absolute madness. Imagine the picture at the top of this post had a Celtics uniform, because we saw Brian Scalabrine dunk. If I remember correctly, this led to a Charlotte timeout, a rousing Scalabrine chant, and the crowd generally going insane. I remarked at the time that we could actually see Scalabrine's dunk legitimately leading to a Celtics comeback victory. Down the stretch, every time the Celts made a basket and needed a stop, Kevin Garnett was waving his arms to the crowd, and everyone was getting up and making as much noise as possible. **Channels "Chris Farley Show"** That was awesome. We'll forget about the fact that every time this happened, the Bobcats scored.


With about 40 second to go and the Celtics down ten and giving a foul, we joined the mass exodus. The prevailing thoughts on the streets were "The Fuckin Bobcats??" We came to grips with the fact that we ended up seeing the Celtics worst loss of the year eventually. Scott continued to believe in The Curse of Himself. In the end, though, it was a heck of a time, regardless of the result.

Goddamn Bobcats.