Celtic Pride Page #6

Hey. Wear something purple.

Wear something purple.

Lunch is almost ready.

I have nothing to say to you.

- What did you do to your foot?

- I screwed up.

So, Dad, what do you think

prison will be like?

Tommy.

The paper said Utah's favoured by two.

He probably won't even have to go.

Can we not talk about sports?

I just want to spend some time

with you guys, before I...

You know.

Wow. That's good.

- How's work?

- Fine.

How's your friend...Jill?

Jill moved to Rhode Island

two years ago.

I didn't mean Jill, I meant Donna.

Di...ane.

- You don't have to do this.

- I want to.

- How's old Diane?

- Her boy's turning eight on Sunday.

But, well,

I'm sure you wouldn't want to go.

There's nothing I'd rather do

on God's green earth

than go to that little bastard's

birthday party.

But I'll be in lock-up.

Grandma, I've done

something terribly wrong.

I might have to go to jail and

become some bad man's boyfriend.

That's nice, Peanut. Now could you get

me a grapefruit out of the fridge?

- Here we go, Celtics.

- Here we go!

Excuse me.

- Here we go, Celtics!

- Hey, Jimmy!

Mikey!

Game 7! We're going all the way!

- Root for Utah. This is a nightmare.

- I think I'm going to throw up.

I think I need a hug

with my hot dog today.

-Jimmy, how could you?

- Baby, let me explain.

- What's the deal with the jerseys?

- Yeah!

- Isn't it obvious?

- No!

The Celtics have lost

the last two games, right?

- And who have we been rooting for?

- The Celtics!

So can't you see?

We are the bad luck guys!

It wasn't Chris McCarthy!

It was us!

So now, when we root for the Jazz,

we're going to jinx them!

The Celtics are going to win!

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

Thanks, Suzy.

You pulled that out of your butt.

I didn't want to say anything,

but I knew it was you two. Good idea!

"Well, it all comes down to this.":

The final game of the NBA finals.

In case you've been out of the country,

the talk is that nobody has seen

or heard from Lewis Scott.

- Where the hell is he?

- Listen up! He's not coming.

We're going to do this without him.

Utah Jazz is not Lewis Scott.

There is nothing you guys can't do!

I believe in you. Believe in yourselves.

Lurch, stand under the basket.

Just sit there and rebound, right?

But I got the good stuff!

I don't want to hear

the Croatian stuff!

Just sit under the basket and rebound.

Can you do that much?

I swear, if you take the ball

and shoot, I'll get you deported!

- Where the hell do you think he is?

- Maybe he had trouble with the van.

What's happening, gentlemen?

Good to see you again.

Hey, Kevin.

What's with the jerseys? Don't you think

that's a little overkill?

- He escaped.

- No frigging way!

You didn't bet on the Celtics?

- Worse. Look at this.

- You bought a T-shirt?

No, I had 20,000 of these made up.

If they lose, they're worthless.

- It's a nice design.

- You idiots.

You better hope and pray the Celtics

win, or you're writing a big cheque.

This isn't bad.

It could be worth something later,

in a few years,

because it represents an event

that might not happen.

At centre, in his

second big year from Croatia,

at seven feet tall, number 7 1,

Ilja "Lurch"Bronfermakher!

- They love me, they really love me!

- They cheer because Lewis isn't here.

- They're going to win.

- Why must you ruin this for me?

..your fabulous Boston Celtics.

At guard, at six foot three,

number 1 1...

Lewis!

- Looking good!

- Looking very rested! Go, Jazz!

- Sorry, Coach.

- Lewis is here. Lewis!

Hi. This is the 7th game. Do you have

any idea what you put us through?

- Coach, You're not...

- What the hell's the matter with you?

Why do you do this? You're selfish.

That kind of behaviour is inexcusable!

I'm going to sit your ass

on the bench. I'm benching you!

- You can't bench me.

- You're benched! Sit down!

Bring it in. Huddle up, boys.

Kimball, jeez.

- What are you doing? Put him in!

- Messing with me, huh? I saw you.

- Kimball, you're blowing it!

- You don't like it, do you?

Doesn't feel good, does it, Lewis?

A little payback for you!

- Kimball! Put your best man in!

- Shut up!

- You shut up!

- Shut up, the both of you!

Shut up!

Shut up!

All right, you suffered long enough.

Get in there. Let's win this one!

- Go, Lewis!

- Scott power!

Sometimes you just gotta

be tough with these guys.

Lurch, come here.

- Put your good stuff on the bench.

- I feel you, Coach.

Feel the bench, all right.

Yellow, purple, green and white,

the Jazz are gonna win tonight!

Yeah, Lewis!

Scott can't find his rhythm.

That's the price for skipping practice.

It's coming back to haunt him.

- Yeah, Lewis. Go get 'em.

-Jazz, Jazz, Jazz.

You guys are truly devoted. There

must be green blood in your veins.

Celtics are playing a physical brand

of ball. They're beating up the Jazz.

Prison won't be so bad.

I can become a born-again Christian.

That'll be good. Nobody wants

a born-again Christian as their b*tch.

Yes!

-Jesus loves you.

- Move your ass.

- I'm trying to spread the gospel.

- Spread this:

Thou shalt not ruin

the friggin' game for me!

You stupid son of a b*tch. Nice form.

1 5 minutes half-time period.

Please pull out your ticket stubs!

If you're sitting in row 3,

seat 6, you've been chosen for...

- That's me.

- Holy sh*t! It's Jimmy!

- I can't do it. Not like this.

- We might need the bail money.

I'm Bob Cousy...

You've got to do it! Listen, listen!

How long have we been coming here?

- Since we were nine.

- It all comes down to this!

He lives right down the street.

He's a plumber from Charlestown.

You actually get to play

in the Garden! At the finals!

In a couple of weeks, this place is

rubble. Jimmy, this is your destiny!

Thank you.

Please give a big hand

to Jimmy Flaherty!

- Mr Cousy, don't steal the ball.

- Take your best shot.

- I don't want you to take it from me.

- Do it for Bean Town, baby!

Do it! Destiny!

You did it! You did it!

Get the money!

Mickey, 1 00,000 bucks can buy us

a pretty good lawyer!

It's over.

Scott's never going to wake up.

We may as well turn ourselves in now.

Be quiet.

I'm tired of your negativity.

We're going to jail!

No, we're not going to jail.

I'm going to jail, alone.

I'm going to say

that I kidnapped Scott.

- What are you saying?

- You have a wife and a kid.

If somebody gets caught,

it's going to be me. I'll take the fall.

No way. If we get caught,

we're going down together.

Somebody's got to spot you when

you're lifting weights in the yard.

Heading into the 2nd half, the Celtics

leading a listless Utah Jazz 52 to 38,

Lewis Scott,

only 6 points in the first half.

If Scott doesn't wake up and start

getting some really big numbers,

there's no way

Utah can win this game.

Defence, defence!

Oh, God!

Kirby, two points!

Benton, two points!

OK. Come on,

Lewis, you pansy, let's go!

It looks like

it's all Celtics here tonight.

God!

Scott! Listen to me!

I will not be ignored!

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