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Oh baby, baby, our Boston Celtics are onto something with this newfound love affair with depth.  A year removed from a paper-thin roster coming within one game of the NBA Finals, this season’s Celtics boast a butt-load of talent, perhaps not top-shelf A-listers but high-quality stuff nonetheless.  And just think – we don’t have Avery Bradley yet, Chris Wilcox is down in the back, Darko Milicic has a bum hand, and Leandro Barbosa hasn’t been officially added to the mix.

What we do have, ladies and gents, is Courtney Lee finally connecting on a metaphysical level with Rajon Rondo.  We have Jason Terry knocking down threes.  We have Paul Pierce looking spry.  Kevin Garnett looks motivated.  Jeff Green is at least trying to look more assertive.

This is the kind of stuff that gives one hope.  I’m not going to lie to you, I’m jazzed up over the potential of this team.  The chemistry looks good.  There’s a nice mix of battle-hardened veterans and younger players eager to make a name for themselves.  It’s a feeling of pure euphoria, especially after the injury-depleted mess from last season.

A preseason win over the Brooklyn Nets doesn’t really tell us anything, but the way our C’s were clicking speaks volumes about the strides they’ve made in the past 48 hours.  It’s the kind of stuff that will keep KG psyched – he’s our cage version of Ray Lewis, the Alpha Male, the heart and soul of this team.  You can see it in Garnett’s eyes – he likes what he sees, because the Celtics are flush with depth, and he’s getting a serious charge out of the upgraded talent around him.

And so am I.

Most def.