Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. Ooooh, ooh. It's the triple 7 jackpot tonight when the Celts, the B's, and the Sox all begin at the same time. Holy Crap, we had better start cooking the nachos now! Where to begin?
The Celts sans Garnett played awesomely behind the hustle and girth of Big Babily in Game 2. The Heat were determined to teach the Celts a lesson after Garnett got into it with 6 or 7 of them on their bench (What a coward!) and boy did they. The Heat showed Garnett that the Celts could play really well with out him and that hurt his feelings.
Game 3 is tonight in Miami and it promises to be packed with Celts fans. I just got back from that area and it's the Boston Riviera right now as April vacation has found New Englanders all over Florida. The radio ads down their proudly trumpeted that there are still plenty if tickets for the game for sale (starting at $10). Huge mistake, guys. All the New England families do down there is sit on the beach, eat free popcorn, drink blue cocktails, and listen to the radio. And, when they hear how cheap the tickets are compared to the other attractions-The Monkey Jungle in Miami, for instance, was $30 to get in-they'll be lining up like roast beef is free at Kelly's.
In other important news, the Boston Public Library is under attack. Read all about the effort to stop the insanity here: Chin Music by Glen Stout.
And speaking of chin music, the thieves of baseball's history are getting it high and tight right now thanks to the effort of the new website Hauls of Shame. Read all about the efforts to return the most important documents of baseball history to their rightful owners: the libraries.