You can practically hear Shank yelling it from the rooftop after the Celtics torched the Orlando Magic
last night. One win away from the NBA finals, Shank reflects on the Celtic's season:
Some day this will all make sense. We will look back at the season of 2009-2010 and wonder why there was any concern about the pedestrian (50-32) regular-season Celtics. We will clearly see that the fourth-place finish in the Eastern Conference and all the blown double-digit leads meant nothing. We will wonder how we ever doubted them.
No need to wonder
, Shank. You remember - big on attitude, low on work ethic, old as the hills
and all that.
Shank gives the Celtics defense tons of credit, but...
Orlando has a roster of frauds with some explaining to do:
Could it be that Orlando simply got their asses kicked in Game 3, or must they be 'frauds'? You know, like this guy
Round out the column with a Randy Moss cheap shot and the ubiquitous Red Sox reference (go forth and read it, for it is lame), and it's fishwrap time.
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