The agreed-upon topic here is supposed to be a collection of scattered thoughts on the Celtics’ bench. No promises, but as the pecking away at the keyboard commences, I’m pretty sure it will be. Eventually.
First, though, I cannot resist addressing the Celtics’ 52-point throttling of the Golden State Warriors on Sunday. Because in scopes large and small, the Celtics’ performance in their 140-88 victory gave me always-welcome flashbacks to those Big Three-era ‘80s glory days of my youth.
I know, those among us who flex that strange pride of refusing to enjoy anything that occurs before the duck boats are revving their engines probably don’t want to hear that.