The Celtics are basically a cheat code this year, so LaMelo's gonna put on a beautiful clinic that nobody will remember because we're losing by 15.

LaMelo's threading passes into the void like a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat while the audience is already walking out, so we're getting absolutely cooked tonight.

I've watched enough Celtics fourth quarters to know the Hornets would need LaMelo to pull off something that hasn't happened since the invention of the three-pointer, so I'm not taking that action.

If Tatum shows up ready to work instead of drifting through the first half like he's window shopping, we'll beat Charlotte by fifteen, but knowing this team's capacity to break my heart I'm half-expecting LaMelo to drop 40 on us.

The Hornets are playing hard but this is the Celtics at home with an 11-point lead in the third quarter, so unless Tatum decides to take a spiritual journey mid-game, we're closing this out and I'm not spending my summer in grief just yet.

Charlotte's about to learn what it means to visit the Garden when seventeen banners are already hanging and we're hungry for eighteen.