DERRICK WHITE AT THE BUZZER! SEE EVERYONE BACK IN BOSTON FOR ANOTHER GAME 7!

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I AM SCREAMING. I AM SHAKING. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BODY RIGHT NOW. AM I DEAD? I THINK I MIGHT BE DEAD. DID THE CELTICS CONVERT ON THAT LAST PLAY OR DID I JUST DIE AND THIS IS HEAVEN???

DID THAT REALLY HAPPEN?!?!?!?

I am at a loss for words, but this time it's for all the good reasons. For just the 4th time in NBA history, a team down 0-3 has forced a Game 7. In typical Celtics fashion, they achieved it by ripping our fucking hearts out. Going up by 10 with 4 minutes to go, only to miss a billion shots around the rim and foul. The Heat cut the lead just like they always do in clutch time. Watching that 10 point lead dwindle and still seeing all that time left was such a deflating feeling. Then Jaylen and Smart missed some late FTs and I really started to get nervous. Then Jimmy Butler made a 3PM and I REALLY started to get nervous.

I still have no idea how Duncan Robinson missed those two clean looks. With the way the Heat were shooting in this game? Impossible. And yet, he did.

In the final moments, Spo didn't call timeout and let Jimmy do his thing. He drew the brutal foul by Al with 2 seconds left, and of course he was actually behind the line. He made all 3 and this was it. The Celtics season and title hopes were going to need a miracle.

Allow me to present that miracle

As soon as White didn't immediately pass it to a Jay, I knew he was giving it to Smart. For 2.9 seconds, it looked like a Smart 3PA was going to determine the season. He almost fucking made it, but it rimmed out just like every 3PA the Celtics took in this game. All looked lost. The collapse looked like it would become a reality.

Then Derrick White saved the day. Unreal. The presence of mind to crash like that, to get that shot off in time, and most importantly the focus to make the shot, I mean holy shit. It does not get closer than that folks. My life completely flashed before my eyes. My heart stopped. I still cannot even believe this is real and yet here we are.

Down 3-0, none of that matters now. It's all about 1 game and 1 game only. Game 7 on your home floor. Another series the Celts were down 3-2 on the road and in another series they stay alive. Say what you want about this team, but they have gigantic balls. Huge steel balls. 

Sometimes to win an NBA title, you need luck. You need the improbable to become probable. The Celtics got that tonight and now they need to capitalize off it. Winning 3 means shit if you don't win the 4th. 

They let you get to 3, time to take 4.

We'll regroup and dive in tomorrow. Right now?

DRINK THE FUCK UP