Sometimes it's easy being green

Last week my friend Scott took me to watch the Celtics beat the Cavaliers in game 2. We had a great time, and Scott's seats are amazing. Apparently the guy who went to game 1 reported that he'd sat next to Leo DiCaprio, who's filming a movie in the area. We had no such luck--for three quarters of the game, the only "celebrity" we saw was Lenny Clark, who's really stretching the definition of celebrity almost to the breaking point. Especially in Boston, where fat old Irish American guys who aren't very funny are very very easy to find.

But then I spied Jason Bateman! And we had better seats than he did! Anyway, Jason's a hero to the shorter man, not to mention a hero to those who appreciate a second act: he went from Teen Wolf Too to Arrested Development and a newly booming movie career. Good for him! And I kinda wanted to say something to him, but what was I going to say? "I like your work" ? "Too bad AD got canceled" ? "How'd you like to option one of my novels" ? Feh. I let him enjoy the basketball game, and I did the same.

About that game: the refs are clearly giving Lebron James the Michael Jordan treatment: they called outrageous fouls against the Celtics whenever they got near Lebron, all but shouting, "You've bothered Mr. James on his way to the basket! For shame!" One of the refs, a pockmarked bald old white guy, sang along when they played Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" on the PA.

It was a cool time and a great game. Now if they could only win on the road...