obstacle 3

Leaving Boston, The Lakers are trailing 2-0, in a hole smaller than its appearance and inevitable in its presence. It ain't gonna be easy the ring sliding on Lakeshow fingers. Not this year. The moment of upheaval never is. The grotesque animal of past hegemonies, with malfeasance and stubborn, indignant disregard for its fateful reckoning, will fight till its inglorious demise. And the souls, lost, hesitant, or simply oblivious to the forthcoming waves of soul power, unwittingly or not, will aid those same oppressive institutions that have stolen and coerced their livelihood and repressed their soul power. Change always those bright-blooded few against the world. Old habits die hard.
So, it only makes sense that insofar this series hasn't been Celtics vs. Lakers, but Lakers vs. the world. Game 1 was sincerely a loss. The Celtics came out hungry, as expected when one's own fate lies waiting, and played mediocre. The Lakers played rattled, subpar and, although not without opportunities, deserved that Game 1 loss. It wasn't the few errand foul calls down the stretch that cost the Lakers victory, but the lack of execution. I have no qualms about that game, the bull will always come out charging. But, I also saw a Celtic club, for all its carnal hollering and testosterone and arrogance and intimidation, falls short of true confidence. I saw the facade up close, frail, insecure. A charade. The moments leading up to the Pierce injury saw moments of juvenile uncertainty in the eyes of supposed man-beast Kevin Garnett. All that fierce shouting, provocation, and redundant chest-pounding and head-knocking dissipating into cribbed fear.
"The Los Angeles Lakers should know by now not to expect any pity. The Lakers surely understand that they traded away their rights to sympathy, maybe permanently, when they shipped so little to Memphis and stole Pau Gasol...No one with a neutral interest in these NBA Finals is bound to feel sorry for the Zen Men. Or when they clinched a series-turning road win over the savvy Spurs on a non-call that the league later publicly acknowledged as erroneous," Marc Stein speaking reality, to be sure. But, let's apply some contextualizing. The Celtics didn't have the best offer on the table for KG, either. If not for McHale, KG could've easily been a Chi-Town phenomenon. Especially since Chicago offered up a better package of players. And, let's not be all revisionist about the Spurs series either. Those savvy Spurs until that awry 3-point attempt by Barry and uncalled foul, received the majority of the calls, similarly to the Celtics in this series.
I have no issue when a team I have love for loses deservingly, I only hate when the outcome arrives from unfairness. And Game 2 was an unfair night of inconsistent refereeing, no-calls, and overall, a game decided not by the players but by the zebras, the whistling herders that won't let the wild roam free. The first half was a joke, and I'll be the first to say when a foul isn't a foul or when there should or shouldn't have been a call. I live fair and I perceive fair. But, if it's getting called on one side, it should be the same on the other. The sheer amount of and-1's the Lakers were disparaged could have been sufficient enough to reverse the final score. As it were, symbolically, the Lakers lost, got knifed by the same way it all began, by a foul call. Down by 2, 104-102, the ghost call that sent Pierce to the line effectively ended the game. Only fitting.
The truth of the matter is the Lakers are the quicker, more athletic team, and for whatever disillusionment, perhaps that which constructs from appearance, the refs just don't believe this is true. I mean, KG looks so mean and dark, and screams and shoves his teammates. Gasol doesn't, he's soft. Let me tell ya, appearances are deceiving. So Pomo.