Here’s my take: Paul Pierce was grandstanding last night, plain and simple.

For those that missed it, the Celtic star went down in a heap late in the game, clutching his knee as if he’d been hit by a car. After being carried off the court, Pierce emerged minutes later to a standing ovation, and led the way for a Game 1 Celtics victory over LA.

You know, I’m sure his knee does hurt, but I’m not buying into the drama of it all. This is right up there with Curt Schilling and the bloody sock. Boston fans can yap all they want, forming heroics out of what should simply be a part of the game. It’s just a bunch of sensationalized bullshit. If Pierce winds getting an MRI in the off-season which shows severe damage and tears, I’ll be the one eating crow. But until that time, Paul Pierce is a faker. Willis Reed? Fucking forget about it.

Yeah, I know he put up 49 points and 10 assists in Game 2 against the Nuggets. Yeah, I know he’s going to win MVP. But goddamn, couldn’t Kobe Bryant be just a little bit less annoying? Every time he pops his jersey in self-righteous exaltation I cant help but cringe and shout at the television. Can’t we leave the collar-pop tactics to high schoolers? I’m not alone in this sentiment, am I?