I've tried to write these words without going into violent dry heaves… so I'm going to just let Sam say it:
"This is my last year playing with the Celtics," he said. "Next week, I'll sign the contract."
After finishing the 2008-09 season, he plans to exercise an option to join the coaching staff. "I am playing this year," he said. "After that, I have the option to do coaching for them."
Really? REALLY? You still think you're playing here?
Do you guys think Danny Ainge is starting to feel like that guy in college who nailed that girl at the party… and then she went around talking about how much she loves him now and they're going to sit down and take all the same classes next semester… and how he was going to go home with her to meet the family on Thanksgiving break?
Is he going to have to have "that talk" with Sam?
"Look Sam. What he had was great… no really… you were awesome. It's just….. I mean… I thought we were both on the same page on this. I'm really not ready for this kind of relationship. It's not you Sam…. it's me. I mean…. look at me… I already have like, 17 guys on this roster and 8 coaches. I can't commit to anything. You're better off without me."
What's really going to be awkward is when Sam drunk dials Danny in January. If Danny is any kind of "dry spell"… you know he'll hit it.
What am I talking about again?
Oh… right… Darrell Arthur and Mario Chalmers have to fork over $20K apiece for bringing 2 chicks and weed to a hotel room at their first real NBA function.
Hey… by the way: