Bill Plaschke, my Tribune teammate (for now), did something dangerous when he questioned the severity of Paul Pierce's Game 1 injury.
Then he did something more dangerous when he responded to the Celtics fans who ripped him for it.
Thank goodness such melodrama is not encroaching on our quiet, New York-area lives this spring.
We are too busy robotically, numbingly alternating between worrying about what is wrong with Our Mets and Our Yankees, who might just be what they appear to be: a pair of .500 teams!
Whatever. Like Big Brown Saturday, I'm not in the mood today. So I will stop blogging and write a column for the Tuesday newspaper in which I make no observations about the NBA Finals, seeing as how I missed most of Game 2 because I was watching the 1972 and '74 Rangers on "MSG Vault."
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They ain't the first, they ain't the last. Plaschke is a bully who was bullied. The "Google Boy" Paul DePodesta era with the Dodgers looks great now.