Wallace had two big blue bottles of Bud Light in the upper corner of his locker on Sunday and a snarky greeting for Boston reporters about his hometown Philadelphia Flyers making a historic comeback on the Bruins. He didn’t come to Boston for political correctness, to make nice with the fans there. “The Broad Street Bullies,” he snarled, and then laughed and laughed and laughed. Wallace came to Boston out of shape and out of line, and spent most of the season making the Celtics mostly regret they had ever signed him as a free agent. Yet, ’Sheed has responded in these playoffs with inspired play on both ends of the floor. He’s done it his way and everyone will just have to accept it. He takes such glee in frustrating one of the chosen young stars like Howard, because, well, that’s just him.
Baseball players drinking after games is fine. That's part of the job, I suppose. You don't exactly have to be in supreme athletic shape to be a baseball player. But what this really does is continue to ask why I don't like Rasheed Wallace? He drinks beers after the game, takes pride is messing with Howard's head, beats people up under the basket and might be the cockiest fucker on the team. He was god awful all season long but it's like as soon as the playoffs came around, a switch in his head went off and he came to play. And if the post game light beer is what makes him tick then the next 30 is on me.
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