Kevin Garnett Might Be Certified, But He's Also Certifiable

If you haven't seen this video, it's a must watch. You will never think of Kevin Garnett the same way again. It makes you think that without his basketball talent, he'd be in an insane asylum somewhere, rocking back and forth, sucking his thumb, dreaming of long-ago battles in a far away land.

Boston Wins Again; Fans Still Feel Like Underdogs

The Celtic's demolition of the Lakers on Tuesday night was impressive. Their defense was just impenetrable. Period. Sure, it would've been a different game if it was 3-2 (had the Lakers not choked in Game 4), or if Gasol and Odom thought to show up at all throughout the Series. But it was 3-1, and the Celtics were returning home with a chance to win the franchise's 22nd championship. They showed up and played great basketball. The Lakers did not.

The Celtics deserved to win because they played hard and played well. But that's as far as it goes in my mind. I could care less that KG, Ray Allen, and Paul Pierce finally got their titles. Who gives a shit. These guys make $20MM a year playing a game. And I care even less that the storied franchise finally returned to glory after 22 years in the crapper. They already had 16 friggin titles. And I care even less about the fans, because they've had enough to cheer about this decade.

Sure, I'm bitter, because I'm from Philadelphia, and we haven't seen a title in any major sport in 25 years. But I'm mostly bitter because of the sense of entitlement that Boston fans feel. If you don't root for them, you're part of the evil empire. Is this sense of self loathing and insecurity ever going to stop? The Sox have won twice this decade, the Celtics now have 17 titles, and the Patriots have 3 Super Bowl titles under their belt with a great chance for more. Enough is enough. Face the facts Boston--you aren't the underdog any more. Your teams are among the elite (at least in all the sports that I care about), and your buying titles puts you in the same category as the Yankees. So please, get over yourselves.

Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

I've been waiting for the right moment to finally start this blog. After what I witnessed the past few days, I figure now is as good a time as ever.

To be clear, I'm not a fan of golf. I don't think I could name more than 10 or 15 players who've been on tour throughout my entire life. Tiger, Jack, Lee Trevino, Chi Chi Rodriguez, Arnold Palmer, Phil Mickleson, Vijay Singhg, Rocco Mediate, and... Maybe I can't even name 10. I also haven't picked up a golf club since I was in High School, and may never again in my entire life. As a sports fan, I've of course followed, at least from afar, Tigers career, and I have vague memories of Jack and Arnold battling it out on TV when I was a kid. But I've never been engaged in the sport. At least not until now.

Something clicked in me this weekend and today watching Tiger win his 14th Major. Save for a few clutch strokes, and one lucky one, he didn't play particularly well. But for some reason, I was totally riveted and rooting for him like I was his biggest fan. Perhaps it's the fact that he did it on one leg. Perhaps it's the fact that the tournament was in San Diego, where I lived for a few months before moving to Northern California. Or maybe because Rocco Mediate seemed to be a genuinely likable foe. I'm not exactly sure what it was, but it was great to watch.

When all is said and done, Tiger will probably go down as the greatest golfer in history. You could probably make the argument that he's already reached that level, but it's unfair to those who came before him to grant him that title before his career is finished. He may also go down as the most dominant professional athlete ever. The gap between him and the rest of the field, even when he's not anywhere close to 100%, is just huge. As a sports fan and admirer of those who excel in their professions, I feel lucky to be able to watch Tiger in the prime of his career. And I'm pretty sure that the best is yet to come. Here's to Tiger getting healthy and continuing his march towards history.