What does Tupac Shakur have to do with our Boston Celtics? If you know anything about my man Tupac, you know that he preached the truth – he saw the world for what it was, and he brought that truth to the masses by grabbing a mic and rapping his Thug Life ass off.
Before we find world peace, we gotta find peace in the streets – Tupac Shakur
Ball don’t lie, the saying goes, and the time will soon come for our Celtics to grab their own metaphorical microphone – a basketball – and bring the ghetto gospel to the rest of the NBA. I hear the Heat have a talented team in South Beach. Rumor has it that the Lakers have made significant upgrades. The Thunder are supposed to be smokin’ hot. If our boys want change – if they want to rise to the top of a talented league – then they are going to have to fight for it. Paul Pierce needs to go Rocky Balboa in Rocky III, getting back to what made him one of the elite players in the NBA just a few short years ago. Kevin Garnett will need to summon defensive excellence on a nightly basis. Rajon Rondo will need to play like an MVP.
On and on it goes, right down the roster, a challenge for each and every player wearing a Celtics uniform. This championship quest will need to be a collective effort, everyone in green-and-white giving maximum effort, pulling together, doing whatever it takes to overcome.
Tupac once rapped that it was ‘me against the world’…our Celtics need to kick Ubuntu out of their bed and adopt a new mantra – We Against The World. They need to play with a chip on their shoulders. They need to bring an edge every night. Pierce needs to dial back the clock on occasion and take joy in dropping piles of points on the poor saps guarding him.
Jason Terry already has the spirit – the tattoo, the braggadocio – and now he needs to bring a taste of the ghetto gospel to his brothers in the locker room.
And Celtic Nation needs to provide the fuel that our C’s need to get the job done. We need to be the metaphorical possie to the Celtics metaphorical gang. We need to have their backs from opening tip to final buzzer, encouraging them to play through pain and adversity to overcome.
Gritty, dirty, nasty, funky.
That’s what this needs to be.
Let’s roll the ball out and hit the rest of the league with a little ghetto gospel.