Stop Calling Celtics Old and Washed Up
Seems he has been too busy trying to prove he's the best shooter who ever lived.
This wouldn't be a good day to oppose that sentiment. In the most dazzling barrage of long-range marksmanship in an NBA Finals since Michael Jordan drilled six three-pointers in a half and shrugged, Allen reminded one and all that he remains lethal a month from his 35th birthday. Still baby-faced and every bit the assassin, he one-upped Jordan by hitting seven threes in the first half, on his way to a Finals-record eight in a game that the Boston Celtics sorely needed. It was precisely the way to put a hush over a giddy town, quiet the "BOSTON SUCKS!" chants, bury a poor team performance in Game 1 and end thoughts that they were creaky and dead and about to expire against the Lakers. With Allen carrying the first two quarters and Rajon Rondo justifying his neon green sneakers with a phenomenal all-around performance in the second half -- clutch steals, a superb floor game, a triple-double and the author of a late 11-0 run -- the Celtics stole Game 2 with a 103-94 victory that suddenly places the burden of pressure on the Lakers.