“I have been wounded but not yet slain. I shall lie here and bleed awile. Then I shall rise and fight again. The title of champion may from time to time fall to others more than ourselves. But the heart, the spirit, and the soul of champions remains in Green Bay.”
It seems it is too late, the enemy is too strong and the circumstances cannot be harder. The champion has very little strength left, his back on the wall and his bones hurting and broken on the floor. There is too much blood, too many wounds to lick.
Hours away from what it could be the end of a time, the enemy will visit the champion again tonight to try and inflict the fatal hit into his body. Nobody expects him to fight back, like a Prometheus tied to the rock by the millions of fans worldwide, his entrails will be exposed for the killing eagle to bite.
The vultures are flying over him, the crowds are waiting anxiously to see him finally die.
They think the Celtics are dead.
“A champion is someone who gets up when he can't.” Jack Dempsey
The true champion is always one, he never dies and he forever gets up and fights.
Tonight, the win is something that should come as an aftermath. What every single player in the team should focus on is in the fight, in the heart of the champion. The will play to prove they are the best, to show the love for playoffs basketball, for their careers, for the game, for the fans...for the shamrock and for the glory of Red Auerbach.
Kevin Garnett will give his blood and the whole rest of life he has to be the best player in the league once more. He will catch that murder eagle, bite its neck and throw the feathers in the air...screaming for more
Shaquille O'Neal will find his strength from the more than empty tank, resulting from the alchemy he achieved with the Basketball Gods during his two decades in the league, claiming his place in Glory.
Paul Pierce will dance with Death (James), beat it and stop it from attacking the wounded warrior again, leading the offense to another great fight.
Ray Allen will shoot his assassin arrows from every single corner of the court, making Death bleed his blackness and vileness all over the Miami beach.
And finally Rajon Rondo will lead them all with his own physical pain towards the highest goals and the most inspiring sport and life lessons.
We are the Boston Celtics and we will die fighting.
This game is for the sake of basketball, for the legend. Let's fight for Ubuntu, for the Big Three, for the Big Shamrock and for the ghosts set free in the Old Boston Garden.
Let's fight hard tonight and give it all.
Death will suffer, bleed and die when he bites us.
Poisoned with the blood of the champion that will never dry from our veins. Let Death die when it approaches us.
We will always be the champion no matter what. Let's prove it with the best game of the season.
Let's show we are the Boston Celtics.
Bohemian 5/11/2011 08:44:00 AM Tweet Edit