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Oh no, what can I say?
Looks like Ray is THIRTEEN away.

AND THE AWARD GOES TO....

Shaq started, but dressed in Green,
The crowd applauded, they could have been mean.
But he brought his Mom, Lucille, she was smirking,
When she said that Green is fine, as long as he's working.

So much history, each team played with heart,
Ray on Kobe right from the start.
Each two early fouls, the refs not restraining,
Crawford told both teams to stop complaining.

KG the warrior with a patch on his head,
Later he'll have to have stitches instead.
Kobe lit it up, first half hardly missed,
When they got down nine, he had no assists.

Pierce in the third, get out of his way,
He wants to win this game today!
Fisher The Flopper, don't the refs know,
He's a Hollywood guy-it's a flopping show!

Nate came in, he did his thing,
After his threes, is that a bird wing?
Baby underneath, have you ever heard his "ayyyyyy?"
When he shoots or gets a rebound, that's what he'll say.

Alley-oop, Spectacular, Rondo to KG,
That's the Celtics Ball that we want to see.
It's a thing of beauty, the CELTICS are back,
You can't handle THE TRUTH, Jack!

One more thing you need to know,
When we've 25 plus assists we're 25-0!
These poems always end the same way,
Ray is now 12 away.

The Lakers lost to the Kings and I must confess,
That makes the sting of tonight hurt a little less.

AIN'T NO SUNSHINE....

AIN'T NO SUNSHINE....
What a struggle, can you call it a game?
Our first half performance, who is to blame?
Maybe Gortat, Nash, and Frye,
It's enough to make a grown man "crye."

Doc got tossed, was that malarkey?
By the way, didn't Walton seem snarky?
Then Baby got hurt, a hamstring strain,
Our injury record has been insane.

It started raining threes at the end of the third.
The groans of the Cs fans were all that one heard.
During the whole game we hardly ever led,
Should've skipped the US Air Center, gone to the terminal instead.

KG fouled Frye--what was the call?
Certainly not a foul AWAY from the ball.
Two techs on KG, he is out of this place,
Techs on Perk and Nate, did you see KG's face?

Six free throws were taken, of which they made four,
After that we seemed to forget how to score.
We have to figure we can't get worse,
Gotta shake off that back to back...to back curse.

At the end of this poem you know what I'll say,
Ray is now only 16 away!

FAN APPRECIATION NIGHT

Fan appreciation night--last home game of the year, 
Is something about which you hardly hear.
The star players all sit, the play-offs are near.
The fans are not happy, and unappreciated I fear.


So here's a plan, a suggestion I'd make, 
Let appreciate the fans after the All-Star break.
The first game at each home is the one I'd take,
Appreciation would be real--not so fake!

I NEVER PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN

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.

NO MO-MENTUM

How hard is it to be a Cleveland Cav?
You don't have the guy you thought you'd have.
He was entitled to leave but with such fanfare?
About his loyal fans he did not care.


So the Cavs are left at the bottom of the league,
Gone is the allure and Lebron intrigue.
There are injuries for them--no Varejao, no Mo,
In both offense and defense these losses show.


On to the Cs, no Marquis, no Shaq, 
But what a surprise, Perk came back!
After two hundred twenty-four days away,
He  clearly did not forget how to play.


Great night for Semih, Harangody and Nate,
Wafer and Baby both played great.
We kept turnovers low and the ball was alive,
We're 21-0 with assists at 25. 


Pierce carried the first half, he scored twenty-four.
In most minutes as a Celtics he has moved to four.
The Cs are now thirty-four and ten,
And we are just now back to our starting men!


These poems always end in the same way:
Ray is now twenty-one away!


GO GREEN!