There should be a celtics ice cream (and there probably is...)

My Baby, Glen Davis--the "Baby," played well last night for the Celtics, but lost it at the end.

First, I must admit how PROUD I am that I can NAME a basketball player other than Allen, from the Celtics. I forgot how intriguing the dynamics are of a single game--every player was emotionally, physically and mentally IN IT. Kobe, on the other hand, fully pissed me off because you could tell with the pinch in his nose and the beadiness of his eyes that he was higher than thou. And even though his plays were like that of a demi-god taking center stage, I thought of Rondo, the ensemble--the pipsqueak, that made little miracles the whole time for the losing Celtics.

I don't know if I believe in the hype but I do know that I might have induced some bipolar disorder last night with the root beer float sugar high, the Glen Davis, Baby come-to-me attitude, and the 7 point loss low, just as we were about to get it right.


One more game, guys, and GOOD, because I cannot handle the mental distress any longer!

Nor can I handle the conglomeration of screaming men just outside my window...