So take my 10-15 point prediction and stack a heap of whooping on top and you’ve got the result from Boston.

Los Angeles was downed 131-92 in the biggest clinching game mop-job in the history of the NBA Finals. Paul Pierce took home MVP, and the Celtics now hang their first banner since 1986. The parade will be held Thursday morning in Bean Town.

In about 30 minutes, Game 6 of the NBA Finals will be under way, and let me tell you, the Lakers are going down. Boston’s gonna win by 10-15, and Kobe’s going to have a long and lonely flight back to LA.

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.