What a game!

So I went to the Celtics game last night. All I can say is:

• The Garden was rockin'
• Rondo is the best player in the series
• Paul Pierce is pretty friggin clutch
• Joakim Noah is a woman
• Ben Gordon is an assassin
• Don't leave Kirk Hinrich open, EVER
• McLovin is a Celtics fan

So after work, I head home, eat something and head on over to this bar called the Rattlesnake for pregame festivities (aka drinking). It was the first time I've been to this place, but right from the bat, I knew that this place sucked. I walk up to the bar and the bartender chick takes forever to notice me and take my order. By the way, I was one of only two people at the bar without a drink, and to top it off I was holding my hand up signaling to her that I was ready to order. Finally, she gets to me, I place my order and tells me that it costs $5.50 for a Sam Summer. Are you f-ing kidding me? This is a dive bar, not the fuckin Ritz. Plus, she didn't even fill the glass all the way up. C U Next Tuesday, biatch.

I filled up on WTF...

Well anyway, the point of going to this bar is because they have this outdoor roof deck that's supposed to be pretty cool (as in, it's the only reason why people apparently go there). So we walk over to the door that leads upstairs and there's a guy manning the door, only allowing a few people up at a time, like we're at Wonderbar or something. Keep in mind that the roof deck only opened 5 minutes earlier and there were maybe 10 people up there, while there were like 40 of us in a stupid ass line waiting to go up. Naturally, I'm getting pissed off because I already finished my beer halfway through the line and I was just waiting there like an asshole for 15 minutes to go upstairs to an empty roof deck.

Finally that asshole lets us up there and I must say that the roof deck isn't anything special at all. A bunch of ghetto ass tables, waitresses that weren't even remotely good looking, and poor service. The only bright side was that we were outside. So we stayed for about an hour then decided to bounce. I'm not going to that shit hole ever again.

The place is actually shittier than this picture...

Now to the good part of this story. We (me, jimbo, will) got to the Garden right around gametime and settled into our seats (5th row balcony). You could tell from the minute we walked in that the atmosphere was second to none. People were going nuts, the Garden was rockin, and I had been drinking. What a great combo. You know how the jumbo tron prompts people to cheer at certain times? Well you know it's a good crowd when people are cheering without being prompted. This happened throughout the evening.

I'm not going to do a play-by-play since you can read that on any sports site, but I want to mention some of the highlights of the game:

• Rondo taking it coast to coast for a big jam early on was nuts
• Kendrick Perkins was a monster on the glass and had tons of timely blocks
• Joakim Noah is a pest on the offensive glass
• Paul Pierce looked out of it for the first 3 quarters
• I was featured on the Jumbo Tron for like 2 seconds during the 1st half I think
• So wasn't McLovin!

So anyway, you all know what happened. The Celtics and Bulls went to a THIRD overtime in 5 games and the C's pulled out a nail biter. I was going crazy the entire game and I've never been more mentally and physically drained from a sporting event as I was after last night's game. We all hope Danny Ainge has not had any additional heart attacks because of this series, but I'm starting to think that I am going to have one.

The TRUTH!

After Paul Pierce carried us to a 3-2 series lead, the Garden filed out in a massive uproar. Everyone was going crazy. Cars were beeping all over the place. Strangely, it almost seemed similar to a championship reaction. People were so damn happy. I then ran into a man by the name of Christopher Mintz-Plasse AKA McLovin! He was walking towards Haymarket with his agent or dad or something like that. A bunch of people were taking pics with him, but I didn't have my camera, so I just went up and talked to him. It was brief, but he's a pretty cool kid. He's a big Celtics fan, he weighs maybe 100 pounds, and he acts more like "Fogell" in real life than "McLovin". I think he might be in town to film a movie or something. Who knows.



So that was my night. It seems like every night has been crazy for me recently. Last Thursday, we went to Kells on my birthday and I got all fucked up drunk. Friday I went to the Sox/Yanks game (Bay game tying 2 run dong, Youuuuuuk walkoff). Saturday I went to Ed/Lauren's wedding (congratulations!!) and drank all day and night. Sunday I went to the Sox/Yanks finale (Jacoby stealing home). And Monday I rested.

Tonight, I'm going to Cafe Escadrille in Burlington for a family dinner. It's almost like everyday lately has been my birthday. Boston sports teams keep winning, I keep drinking, and I'm eating ungodly amounts of food. On top of that, my buddy Karlo (one of the first guys I met at Bentley) just moved back to Boston so I'm pumped to meet up with him since I haven't seen him since his wedding 3-4 years ago.

Side note: I have tons of fuckin pics/videos from Patriots Day, the marathon, Red Sox, Celtics games, and last weekend's wedding that I promised people I'd post. This is still going to happen but I need to find time to offload them from my camera to the computer. I will get some of it up this week, I promise.

Till then...