Last night, last year's cellar dwelling Boston Celtics reached the peak of the NBA mountain by winning the World Championship in a convincing fashion by demolishing the Los Angeles Lakers 132 to 93. They were led by a trio that individually have have had Hall of Fame careers and together as a trio have had more monikers than Diddy-- or is he Puff Daddy today? That's not important, but celebrating these young men is. Why, do you ask? Because Ray Allen, Kevin Garnett and Finals MVP Paul Pierce have toiled throughout their careers never getting close to the "ring" without complaining. Pierce was the face of the modern day as he rode the Celtics mediocrity train through the hills and valleys-- including a stop, where he was stabbed eight times outside a Boston nightclub. Garnett, who hung onto the Timberwolves team as their franchise face without complaining about the parade of players to help him out-- I only have two words for that situation, "Stephon Marbury". Ray Allen AKA Jesus Shuttlesworth carried the Milwaukee Bucks on his back, only to be traded to the Seattle Supersonics and do the same thing in 'Frasier Town' for a long time without a peep. And as we all know, on the bad end of last night's beatdown was the reigning NBA MVP and Crybaby, Kobe "I Want to Be Jordan So Badly" Bryant. Kobe is the 180 degree opposite of these newly crowned champions, as proven with the "trade me" song he sung to the press prior to the season. But this is not about Kobe, it's about the Celtics and their classy big three, who deservedly won the title last night. Now Follow Me! Follow Me to Freedom!
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