Celtic Pride Page #2

Lewis Scott has gone A WOL. Suddenly,

Dennis Rodman doesn't seem so bad.

Here we go, Celtics, here we go!

Here we go, Celtics, here we go!

Hey, Ed, here we go!

Cindy!

Here we go!

Here we go! Here we go!

- How are you doing?

- Spent the whole morning on the bowl.

Always a good sign.

Just the way you like it, Jimmy.

I've even toasted the bun.

- How? There's no toaster here.

- I used my curling iron.

- Thanks, Suzy.

- It's on the house, Jimmy.

- Oh, Suzy the hot-dog girl!

- Don't start!

Hey, beer!

- Shall we begin?

- Indeed, sir.

Go home, Jazz! It's over!

-Jazz music sucks and so do you!

- You suck.

Why don't you go back to Utah

and get yourself a few more wives!

If Lewis Scott ever let you take

a shot, you'd wet your frigging pants!

Why don't you join the Mormon Choir,

Donny and Marie-loving freaks!

- You're in Bean Town now, baby.

- Bean Town!

- Bean Town!

- I hate fans.

Hey, Scott! I hear Manute Bol

was banging your mom!

- Manute Bol! Your mom!

- Oh, that's witty, whitey.

You guys suck so bad that

Nike should take your shoes away!

- How'd I do?

- Good one with the shoes.

I thought of that one last night.

- This is an even game, isn't it?

- It's an even game! God!

Oh, that was close.

All right. Here we go!

Good evening. I'm Marv Albert along

with Bill Walton at Boston Garden

getting ready for game six

of the NBA world championship

and what could be the final game

here at the Boston Garden,

before it's going down.

All right, gentlemen, this is it.

Let's play the game

that got us here, all right?

Pass the ball around, keep it moving.

Grab some big, fat defence.

- That's all we need to do.

- One other thing.

- Keep feeding me the rock.

- Thanks for the pep talk, a**hole.

Come on, let's do it.

One, two, three, Jazz.

Hey, Coach Kimball!

You'd better do what Lewis Scott says,

'cause he owns your ass!

- Why don't you shut up!

- Why don't you learn to coach!

Come on, buddy.

Come and get me!

He's not worth it!

Go!

OK, here we go.

Good luck, guys.

All right, work it down now.

Go!

Hustle back on "D"!

Heads up, right side!

Defence! Defence!

Charge!

Beautiful, Celts!

Let's go!

Watch it, ref!

- Yeah, Kirby!

- Back on "D"!

- Sorry, chief.

- Hey, ref!

- That was a foul.

- No way.

- Good call. No blood, no foul.

- Quit whining and take your Midol!

Spread out! Number 3!

Yeah!

- Why don't you try passing the ball?

- Worry about your own game.

Lewis, I think he's right.

What a dick!

Celts, Celts, Celts, Celts!

I love the Celtics!

What do you want, punk?

Utah sucks, Utah sucks,

Utah sucks, Utah sucks!

- A new Celtics dynasty is beginning.

- They're gonna do it.

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