To all of my Portland based Boston haters who love to throw salt in my game (I'm looking at you, Wizard Whitebread/Raymond), this one is for you. Everybody knows that my homerism is undying and pretty much limitless, but that didn't taint my view of game 6 last night. Even if you were drunk on your hater-ade last night, you must have seen what I saw. The Celtics got robbed, plain and simple. And if you don't believe my account, check out basketbawful, who seems to share my opinion and perspective on this series.
Game seven is tomorrow afternoon, whatever. Tonight, I'd be watching Spurs/Hornets if I were you, it should be one of the best second round series out there (it's Saturday night dad, stay up a little late, you'll thank me). Game 6 left a foul taste in my mouth that not even a Terminal Gravity could cleanse, yuck!
