Yet, sitting at my laptop, studying some genetics and noticing the game's score slowly increasing in a way that could only be described as Eastern Conference basketball, I could feel myself hoping that the Cavaliers would hold on for the win, despite shooting a collective 30.7%. I'm sure though I was rooting more for a Boston loss than a Cleveland W. The reason? Primarily, because I have been telling people ever since the week of the draft, "Oh, the Celtics won't be that good," or "There is no way they could win a championship." They've got three guys, a decently talented young PG and for all I'm concerned, that's about it. How these are the pieces to win a championship in a league filled with the most talent it has ever seen, I'm not exactly sure.

Despite my pessimistic attitude towards the C's, I'm a big fan of Garnett and Ray Allen. They are likable guys. Garnett is the definition of a fierce, passionate competitor and who can't get behind a guy like that? Not to mention he is an avid soccer fan and so am I. And, Mr. Allen has the most revered shooting form in the NBA and loves to come up big in the clutch.
All this being said, I'm torn. It's the March Madness syndrome. Whether or not you've got money on your bracket, you expect/hope all 63 of your picks turn out to be the right ones and you root for that (exception being that you pick against your #1 team - you shouldn't ever bet against your team, it's a bad deal anyway). But the Celts aren't my number one, so here am I having to pick between my pride and my main men (thanks Ahmad Rashad).
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[Marcellus is telling Butch to take a dive]
Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
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