We have just come off a long home stand
And now we are almost fully manned.
Friday in Phoenix we may have Shaq,
Tonight from personal matters Marquis was back.
We have extra defensive efforts every game,
From tip-off to final buzzer always the same,
Play-offs or just January that's Celtics Ball.
Starters or Bench, Ubuntu one and all.
It's all about tempo, some call it pace,
Whether at home or at the enemy's place.
We have to try to control it the entire time
(This makes for a very easy rhyme).
The Blazers were pushing and shoving a lot
Finesse players they are not.
Doc can't believe the refs really care,
Of terrible calls we have more than our share.
We got even sloppier in quarter three
So many turnovers--that shouldn't be.
The Bench started the fourth, with Rondo, too,
We saw what this combination of players can do.
Ray got smacked right in the face,
What do you have to do to get a foul in this place?
We took it in stride, we had no choice,
But I'm pretty sure Doc lost his voice.
No matter what the score each guy does his part,
To win the game--sometimes it's all heart.
So tonight in the Garden--the one in the west--
Our guys got the W, they did their best!
Just an aside, it's about KG,
His own record high nine assists had he.
These poems always end the same way.
Ray is now 18 away.
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