by DMtShooter, Five Tool Tool.com’s currently homeless blogger

(Thanks to the guys here for giving me room in the shelter tonight. It’s much obliged.)

Tonight in Boston, the Celtics took the air out of the Hawks’ party with a by-the-numbers 25-point win. Just like, the night before, the Pistons told the Sixers to turn off the lights and go to bed already with their own Game 5 spankdown. And the temptation is to take games like those and have them color your memory of the earlier games in the series, so much so that you don’t really give Joe Johnson his due for utterly dismantling the Celts in Game 4, or the Sixers for making the Pistons look old, tired and disinterested in 2 of the first 3 games in their series.

Here’s a Spoiler Alert for anyone who is watching sports: it’s going to end badly for you. Either your team will lose before a championship has been achieved, or (very rarely) they’ll win, but fail to defend their title in a heartbreaking fashion at some future date. Oh, and in other news, you’re getting older and will eventually die, probably with some strong loss of dignity and loss of bowel control.

So… the only thing to do is to take the gift that is the 2 in the inevitable 4-2 series, and just delude yourself until it’s more important than the 4 that aren’t. Sixer Fan has a lot of practice in this. I’ve trained myself to forget every moment of the 2000 Sixers-Lakers Finals that doesn’t involve Allen Iverson stepping over Tyronn Lue like he’s a pile of dog droppings.

Oh, and for any Sixers fans that think the team is really confident that they are going to take Game 6 and make the series go the full 7? I’m on their e-mail list, and they’ve been spamming me to sell the Game 6 tickets… with the added benefit that I could win a shopping spree at a local supermarket. Now that’s confidence!