Oh man.
No description this time. I just had some McDonald’s. I now remember why I never eat there; I’m so gassy I feel like I’m gonna die. I’m going to bed. Stay safe kids.
Fine. Phil Pressey hit a bunch of threes as the commentators got more and more incredulous. And then he hit a clutch one near the end of overtime to put the Celts up three. Who needs Rondo? Who needs Bradley? Pressey is life. Pressey is death. Lord help us all.