Halftime. Celtics are blowing out the Lakers by 23, and I'm yelling at the television and fist pumping, happy that Aidan and Asher are pretty good sleepers in the pre-midnight hours. Kevin Garnett is finally showing up, the Celtics are firing on all cylinders, and Paul Pierce is making me proud--carving up the Lakers' D and getting his teammates all kinds of open looks.
Rock Chalk Celtics.
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