With Brad Stevens as coach, and pro wrestler/amateur hit man Kelly Olynyk gone from the team, it’s much harder to hate the Celtics. Last season, how could I hate baby-faced Al Horford, and baby-sized Isaiah Thomas?
The only dirty player left on the team is Marcus Smart, and unless that guy can hit more than 29% of his three-pointers, he just doesn’t impact the game that much.
Maybe it’s knowing they will never win a title as long as Lebron is playing in the East tempers that hatred. For the 21 years when they didn’t make the Finals, I didn’t think about them all that much, and only rooted against them when they played the Lakers.
The 2008 Celtics rekindled my hatred because of their obnoxious coach, and the amazing collection of dirty players (Garnett, Perkins, Tony Allen), drooling junkyard dogs (Davis) and whiny bitch trash talkers (Pierce).
Once those guys left, my hatred moved across country and settled on what has become the Celtics West, otherwise known as the Clippers.
They’ve now have the obnoxious, whining coach (Rivers), brought in a string of over the hill or reject Celtics (Pierce, Davis, etc.) and traded for the dirtiest player in the NBA, Patrick (I never met a knee I didn’t want to injure, even during a time-out) Beverly.
Yesterday, Beverly didn’t set a moving screen on the final play of the game, he just went full crack back block on the guy guarding Blake Griffin. Usually when a little guy sets a screen against a guy who is 8 inches taller and 35 pounds heavier, the big guy bowls over the screener and the refs call a foul. In this case, the defensive player looked more like a crash dummy in those accident simulators.