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Heart of a Champion, Hands of a Brick Layer
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Just when the media was ready to declare Ray Allen the MVP of the NBA Finals and the greatest clutch shooter of all time, Ray went out and was as un-clutch as he possibly could be - as in 0-ffer the night. He may still be jacking them up today in the Garden and he still hasn't made one that counts since Sunday. Drunken Celtic fan can stagger down from the nose bleed seats and do that, Ray. Celtic cheerleader (which is just wrong on so many levels) can keep her hair, make-up and nails unblemished and do that, Ray. Somehow, Derek Fisher - small by Pee Wee League standards - is out there knocking down huge shots - while you, Mr. Allen of the "silky smooth stroke", Mr. "I Shoot 1,000 Shots Before Game Time"couldn't drop it in a hoop as big New England. Here's a thought - maybe you should go the Babe Ruth route ... couple of dogs and some brewskies and just chill before game time. You can't do any worse. Really, you can't.
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Posted on : Jun 9, 2010
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