Bulls-Celts Game Six = Pretty Much Speechless

Quite simply, the Bulls-Celtics series is the gift that keeps on giving. It has become absolute must-see TV that gets better every time if that’s humanly possible.

Amazing. Ridiculous. Absurd. Crazy. Unbelievable. Fantastic. Did I say ridiculous? This is what you call lazy-ass writing, but I truly can’t come up with much else to say about this series.

You don’t want these games to ever stop. And, for the most part, both teams seem to be obliging. It’s like those Buffalo Wild Wings commercials. We’ve got the collective remote control and are requesting that each of these thrillers keep going to OT after OT — and then they do.

I can’t think of an NBA game I’ve ever seen that was better than game six. Well, at least not since game one of this matchup…or two…or four…or five. I certainly can’t recall any series in my lifetime that’s been this good. As mentioned before, the somewhat deadpan delivery of Harlan and Collins seems to take down the level of drama that was and has unfolded on the court in this series. Luckily, what’s transpired has been so out of control it really hasn’t even mattered. There’s not another thing I could even think to attempt to complain about.

Pierce still baffles me with just how much of a competitor he is on the floor. Despite all his great years, the fact that he really is that great still catches me off-guard (although that foul on Noah was idiotic, perhaps fatigue was to blame). Watching Ray Allen shoot a jump shot off a screen is one of the most beautiful sights in all of sports. Derek Rose is a man among men already. Salmons is actually kind of decent? And Noah isn’t awful? Wait, Big Baby is good? Rockin’ fadeaway j’s? How about the fact the Bulls did it all without Gordon down the latter stretch?

I mean, there’s just too much to try to compute, comprehend and absorb. Just all kinds of ridonculousness. Sign me up for Saturday. I’m ready for game 7 right now.