Posted by Fran Blinebury
Have the purple and gold crocodile tears stopped yet? Has anyone found the shamrock green pacifier?
Two games into the NBA Finals and you can tell the latest incarnation of Lakers vs. Celtics must already be a doozie, because the coast-to-coast wailing from both sides is making for the most unpleasant loud noise heard since the Concorde was grounded and Rosie O’Donnell went off the air.
In Game 1 it was the Celtics who were hosed. Poor Ray Allen was shackled to the bench with foul trouble almost before the national anthem was finished and, of course, that meant Boston never had a chance.
Never mind that the Celtics shot 36 free throws in the game to the 31 for the Lakers.
In Game 2 it was the Lakers who got the shaft. Poor Kobe Bryant was whistled for five fouls and thus didn’t get to do whatever he pleased coming down the stretch and, of course, that meant L.A. never had a chance.
Never mind that by the middle of the third quarter the Lakers had a 34-14 advantage in free throws taken and wound up ahead 41-26 for the game.
Funny thing is none of the complainers from Boston bother to mention how the Celtics allowed the Lakers to control the paint like the Allies marching down the Champs Elysees and Pau Gasol to do whatever he pleased. Funny thing is none of the complainers from L.A. bother to mention the complete defensive collapse of the final 5:21 and how Rajon Rondo was allowed to do whatever he pleased.
Why bother when it’s easier to put all the blame on the referees (an almost equal 57 fouls on the Celtics and 55 on the Lakers through two games, by the way) and conjure up conspiracies hiding behind every potted plant?
Here’s an idea for Game 3: Shut up and play.