Little different touch to this ‘Declare,’ mainly because I was drunk during the game.  I already got bitched at by BG who said things like:
“You say you want the fucking Boston game, and you get trashed?!”
“I knew you were drunk when you texted me ‘Durant is washed up.’”
BG and I made one rule: do not get drunk during the game.  I, personally, felt this rule was breakable because we were both in a bar, drunk, when we decided it was going to be a rule. 

Maybe I did confuse Kevin Garnett and Kevin Durant, but I’m positive I knew the difference before I started drinking.  So instead of game scores (which I will go back to next post), I’m going to post in real-time of what I remember.

10:45 – My cousin calls, says he got a ticket to the game.  It’s always better when you don’t have to go places alone.  Whenever I’m alone I always run into someone and it never fails that they say something stupid like “Wow, Crick, are you getting ice cream alone?”  No… I’m waiting for someone but she’s late, you douche.

10:46 – We’re both on our way to Midtown for all the screwdrivers we can drink.  It’s all you can drink screwdrivers from 11-2 for $10.99.

12:25 – I get into an argument with a guy in a Jets jersey about the Knicks.  My main point is that despite the slow start, they’re still really fun to watch.  He said he’d rather watch paint dry.  I said he should buy season tickets.  I’m still not sure if he thought that was a good joke.

12:36 – Enter the Mecca.

12:42 – I get to my seats and throw up - there are Celtics fans on either side of me.  I happen to know that a banker named Mike and an attorney named Roger, who goes by Rick, sit on either side of our seat and I’m wondering how these 2 Celtics fans got these tickets. I will try to remember to address this next time I see them.

12:43 – Literally, the first words out of Boston fan’s stupid mouth are, “Rough year for you guys so far.”

It’s 30-22 at the end of the first. If we’re close at the end of the 1st quarter, I always feel like we have a chance.

1:45 – I’m literally obsessed with our upcoming road trip.  3 games on the West Coast in 4 days, and then we come home to deal with Dwight Howard.  I’m thinking about this because I somehow just convinced myself this is a must win game.

1:51 – Wilson Chandler tips in a Harrington miss and the game is tied.  In my notes there’s just a number 6 – I have no idea what it means.  6ish minutes left?  Sometime after that, Gallo steals the ball off a Rondo pass and I note that Gallo is an underrated defender.  I write this in almost all my sets of notes and I’m 90% positive that, in my current state, I’m getting close to overrating him as a defender. 

56-53 – End of half.

(Let me apologize in advance for this.  I’m piecing together text messages, notes scribbled on my jeans, and e-mails I sent to myself.)
My cousin and I have been ordering Manhattans and talk about how disgusting they are to actually drink.  So we get a couple more and head back to the seats.  The highlight of the night is Will Ferrell.  I found out later that he was filming scenes from his upcoming movie “The Other Guys.”  Mark Wahlberg and Tracy Morgan are also sitting with him.  The place erupts when they show Ferrell – not so much with Duhon.  Now I can say I was at this game when they were filming the movie.  Over time I’m sure this story will evolve into me being in the movie, or at least involved in its production.

Knicks go on a bit of a run, completely fueled by Harrington.  They have the lead going into the 4th.  I tell the Boston fan to the left of me to “shut his face up”.  Some hot girl with a boyfriend thinks it funny.  (I’m only 75% sure she was laughing at my joke.)

The Boston fan to the right of me is gone and he’s replaced by a college aged looking kid.  He goes to Columbia and we start talking about the draft.  He says it’s not horrible that the Knicks don’t have a draft pick this year.  His theory is that if the Detroit Lions never had a draft pick in the past 8 years, they might be better off today.  He agreed the theory applies to almost no other team but hey, if it helps him sleep at night…

I think I’ll be scared of 4th quarters for the remainder of the year until I replace the images of Monta Ellis beating the shit out of us.  I think I see him come off the bench for Boston. I scream, then faint.  The paramedics and fans around me assure me he can’t hurt us anymore.

89-84 - Eddy misses a free throw and the kid turns to me and says, “that’s going to bite us in the ass”.  I tell him it’s going to be okay.  (There’s a 50% chance we held hands for a second, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t.)
2ish minutes left – Ray Allen makes a 3.  96-94 bad guys.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard 19,000 people simultaneously say the word fuck before.  Boston fan looks over at me. (I keep my eyes forward.)

17 seconds left – Gallo comes in for Chandler.  Harrington gets fouled.  I have no confidence with him on the line but he makes them both.  (So that’s why we pay him…)  Rondo misses a 3. 

Overtime; I’m starting to sober up.         

Pierce makes a 3.  (Pretty annoying)  I think there’s something about MSG this year that makes it easy to take the wind out of our sails.  I never remember this happening growing up.  Isn’t Pierce supposed to miss this shot? Then Ewing’ll grab the board and outlet to Starks for a 3?  Damn it.

2ish minutes left – Finally Wilson Chandler comes back in.  Harrington gets the deficit to 2. 

PICK AND ROLL – LEE SCORES – 9 SECONDS LEFT!!!!!!!

Kevin Durant is washed up.