Celtics-Bulls VI: Battle of the Century
I left my friend’s place after Game 6 of Celtics-Bulls last night, exhausted and in a malaise. My memory of what had just transpired — usually crystal clear — was so clouded and fragmented, my thoughts so blurred, that I had trouble finding a subway station I’ve used countless times.
After making the 30-minute journey back home — during which I must have looked like a zombie to strangers around me — I watched highlights of the game. Actually strike that, highlights of the battle. Because let’s face it, this war of attrition was the closest mind-body struggle between two adversaries one will ever see outside of the ring.
There was Rondo and Hinrich’s undercard. The blood gushing from Pierce’s nose. Ray’s 51 (FIFTY-ONE) on the scorecard. Miller’s revenge. Salmons’ onslaught. Baby’s fadeaway. The ice in Ray’s veins. Pierce’s almost-steal and
knockout of the challenger. Noah’s indescribable flurry to stagger the champs. Rose’s KOS (knockout swat).
I watched all this for a second and third time, and tried to gather my thoughts. Wasn’t happening. Tried to sleep. Nope.
I turned on the TV, and what happened to be on HBO? A documentary of the “Thrilla in Manila” between Ali and Frazier. It was an intense and jarring recounting of possibly the greatest fight ever. It was also the only suitable way to give some perspective to a mind-blowing basketball game.
It’s often too easy to get swept up in The Moment, and everyone — from players to media to fans — is predisposed to this phenomenon from time to time. It’s human nature: When we witness something extraordinary, precedents and past-happenings become puny in comparison. Typically though, upon reflection, the grandeur of an amazing occurrence in sports gets reduced once The Moment has passed, nerves have settled, and rational thought has reentered the equation.
Let’s not mince words: Ali-Frazier III has stood the test of time as a seminal moment in sports that will never be matched. Just seeing Frazier, Frazier’s son, Ali’s team, writers and historians chronicling this epic fight, you can sense that wherever they were on that day in 1975, they have remained since in spirit.
For 14 rounds in sweltering heat, two of the world’s finest fighters waged a war that nearly killed them both. There is no more telling quote than from Frazier, who when asked if he would have risked his life to go out for the 15th and final round, said, “Yeah.”
When the documentary ended, it was just after two in the morning, and I was finally lucid. I realized that Ali-Frazier comparisons get thrown around FAR too generously, and that there will never be a sporting event — in boxing or otherwise — than could garner such a comparison.
But as a metaphorical script? That’s a different story. That’s where Celtics-Bulls VI steps in.
Early in the fourth quarter Chicago went on a run, unleashing a series of blows that had the champs staggering (similar to Frazier’s middle-round assault on Ali). The Celtics took the Bulls’ punches, and returned in kind, with a crowd-silencing 18-0 run that turned a 10-point deficit into an 8-point lead (akin to Ali’s blistering sustained attack in rounds 12 to 14).
Naturally there are inconsistencies, no more significant than the fact that the champs lost the game whereas the champ won/survived the fight.
But a series of plays in the last minute of the third overtime truly gave this basketball game the feel of a heavyweight bout — epitomizing the desperate chaos that ensues in the waning seconds of a final round.
With the game tied at 123, Pierce jumped a pass and knocked the ball into the backcourt, seemingly destined for some
series-clinching thunder. But he stumbled at midcourt and the ball careened out of bounds, giving it back to the Bulls.
Then, after a defensive stand, Pierce had the ball back in his hands at the top of the key. He went to drive left, and feeling the double team coming, tried to whip a pass to Brian Scalabrine in the corner.
It was then that Joakim Noah let loose the proverbial final combination: First he intercepted the ball and tapped it towards center court. Next he picked it up and dribbled the rest of the floor — trailed by an exhausted Pierce the entire way. By the time Pierce caught up to the rumbling seven-footer, he had thrown down a tremendous flush and drawn the sixth and final foul on the C’s captain. He nailed the free throw to boot, putting the finishing touches on the finishing barrage.
So here we are, six games, seven overtimes and one epic script into a bona fide first-round heavyweight basketball bout.
Game 7 is Saturday in Boston, a game that will double as the most significant affair ever contested at such an early juncture of the never-ending tournament that is the NBA playoffs.
Everyone who’s anyone will be there for the epic finale. Maybe even Kevin Garnett.
And I’m thinking he may not be in a suit.
must-see television 19 or 26 times annually. ESPN and Fox salivated all over it. Passionate followers cleared their schedules and did everything they could to score the hottest ticket in town. Casual fans tuned in because, hell, anything could happen. No matter who you were, Red Sox-Yankees always found a way to find you.
suffocated the suddenly overmatched Bulls all night.
reality: The MVP of the Celtics, Mr. Anything’s Possible himself, is out indefinitely.
when they were some combination of underestimated and underappreciated.
left standing. Other than that, anything goes.
back to take down ‘Cuse and its freshman titan. After the teams exchanged postgame handshakes — Anthony with Gordon and Emeka Okafor among others, pantheon coaches Jim Boeheim and Jim Calhoun with one another — I tracked Anthony as he exited the court and walked toward the tunnel.
Had to see all the drives, jays, blocks, acrobatic saves, bodies flying, near-daggers, rugby scrums for loose balls, volleyball battles for boards, clutch free throws, diabolic bounces off the tin, jumping jacks, and-ones…
blows to Boston’s chances of a repeat, I see a pair of blessings in disguise — reinforced by a recurring sense of déjà vu.
unrelenting with its venom-injected headlines and protracted condemnations of the man they once deemed “Starbury”.
its derivatives. He was irked by the passivity displayed by Williams and the rest of the field during the competition and apparently only had one way to communicate it. Between Miller’s ad nauseam droppage of the word and the overall bore of the event, most viewers probably wanted nothing more than to “nonchalantly” pull out their hair by the end.
the west will shake out, only time will tell as the Jazz, Blazers, Rockets, Hornets and Mavericks are all separated by just two and a half games. Expect seven of the eight Western playoff teams to reach the 50-win plateau.
Finals and meet Cleveland or Boston — two of the best defensive and most physical teams in the league — that they will be ruing the day Bynum went down. Again.
tangible or relevant definition of the term. It has been up to the professional leagues, teams, writers and fans to determine what has constituted a dynasty over the years.
In the 80s, the San Francisco 49ers gave a solid encore performance to the Steel Curtain. Behind the innovative and groundbreaking West coast offense instituted by Bill Walsh, Joe Montana and Jerry Rice’s 49ers snagged four Super Bowls in a nine-year span (1982-1990). Included in that run was a back-to-back in ’89 and ’90, which solidified the Niner dynasty.
Boston’s three and two of the three head-to-head showdowns), there’s no doubt that Magic isn’t Magic without Bird and vice versa. Same goes for their teams. The iconic franchises fed off one another, spawned a fervent bicoastal fan base and permanently embedded the sport in American culture. For that reason the 80s Celtics are the only team to warrant the dynasty tag despite a failure to repeat (they won three of six from ’81 to ’86 and appeared in five Finals during that span).
publication,
On a few occasions I have made reference to the fact that the 18-0 (and 18-1) Patriots simply weren’t comparable to the three-time champion Patriots. Were they prolific and dominant? Absolutely. But therein lay the problem. Their offensive supremacy covered up what was an aging defense that had seen its best days pass. More importantly, Brady and the offense rendered the defense a subsidiary part of the team for the majority of the season, and when it came time for the unit to step up, it was as if it suddenly couldn’t handle the pressure and stage it had once lived for.
up 14-3 and 28-17. They thrashed Carolina. And in the NFC Championship it was 24-6 before the Eagles knew what hit them.
Sure, they have experienced peaks and valleys that are atypical of a team defending a title. The peak was an 18-game winning streak. The valley — a stretch during which they dropped seven of nine, including four straight — had many asserting the Celtics were suddenly not just mortal, but beatable.
afforded any breaks from the schedule makers, which makes their current body of work all the more remarkable.