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Finally.

Paul Pierce and the Boston Celtics won a basketball game.

Admit it, that felt good. Even all of you Celtics fans out there scribbling extra verses to your “Ode to Oden”, and worshipping the court Kevin Durant walks on wanted to see the green pull one out. You know, just to make sure any of the players still knew how it was done.

Around loss number eleventeen in a row even rational fans stop saying “hey, we’re just developing young talent,” and start thinking “wait a second, these guys are terrible.” Nothing like a 20-point blowout to the Reddless Bucks to renew faith in your basketball team. After all, God is a Celtics fan. It couldn’t have come at a better time. It was starting to look like the Captain might jump ship.

It was clear Paul had had enough of the losing. He came back early to keep himself out of those other history books. The ones filled with 0-fers, sweeps, sub-.500 seasons, and the worst kind of streaks. A whole lot worse than those pesky streaks on your window. A lot harder to get rid of too. Enter No. 34, the Windex Man.

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