We often wonder what opposing teams, their beat reporters and bloggers are saying about the Celtics. Here’s a look at some enemy chatter from New York.
Paul Pierce is this generations Reggie Miller for us Knicks fans. Tonight, watching this game, I thought the intensity was great. The fight and passion was fun to see and both teams wanted this game badly. It is so difficult to watch your lose a game like this when you see them fight so hard and give their all. Do I like the fact that it has become a pattern for the Knicks to allow physical teams get them off their game? Not at all.
The Celtics games that stand out are the rough, rowdy ones that end in heartbreak, and that’s what this one was. The Knicks played some lovely stretches and held a couple decent-sized leads in the first half, but from halftime forward, they cracked in the face of increased pressure and a lot of touching. That’s been typical of this year’s Knicks: They’re irascible, and they don’t know how to channel their rage. Trap them, crowd them, and push them around a little bit and they’ll plummet into petulant, haphazard play.
‘Twas a bummer of a game, and so typically Knicks-Celtics-y in its bummerment, right down to Pierce’s step-back jumper and subsequent taunts of the MSG crowd. I loathe that simpering louse with every molecule of my being. I hate the Celtics.
Ah, the Knicks. Boston’s little brother in basketball.
Keep your chin up guys, you’ll get us next time.