The Definitive List Of Celtics Trade Rumors


As I painstakingly wait to be seen in the Emergency Room for a litany of ailments, I figured I’d burn some time to break down the flurry of rumors currently surrounding the Boston Celtics. 

According to sources ranging from highly regarded writers like Howard Beck, to little 86 follower motherfuckers on Twitter, the Celtics are on the precipice of completing mutliple major trades that will surely reshape the landscape of the NBA now and forever. 

Are any of these trades going to happen? Lol, of course not. If you’ve been following the NBA at all over the past decade then you should know by now that the best way to garner page views, podcast listens and retweets is to conjure up the most wild trade rumor you can possibly fathom and then attach Danny Ainge’s name to it. 

According to the internet (and only the internet), Danny Ainge has been mere seconds away from acquiring: James Harden, Kevin Love, DeMarcus Cousins, Chris Paul, Jimmy Butler, Justise Winslow, Jahlil Okafor, Nerlens Noel, Anthony Davis, Russell Westbrook, Paul George, Blake Griffin, Greg Monroe, Khris Middleton, Jabari Parker, Steph Curry and Danilo Gallinari over the past four years alone. Don’t even get me started on the Allen Iverson trade rumors of the mid-2000s. You want page views? Throw Trade Danny and his treasure trove of assets in the mix and you’re sure to be an NBA Insider by the end of the hour. 

Somehow not a single one of these rumors has come to fruition. It must be Ainge’s stubbornness. He often gets blamed for “over-valuing his assets” or “getting trigger shy at the last second” so that these chucklefucks can keep up their guise as insiders as opposed to admitting they were making shit up all along, thereby losing their audience’s trust forever. You can’t have that, so might as well blame the guy who would get fined by the NBA for even addressing this garbage. 

It’s brilliant in a way. A nearly victimless crime, unless you’re Jaylen Brown – a promising 19-year old who fulfilled his dream by being selected third overall in the NBA Draft, only to be welcomed by a cacophony of boos by Celtics fans because his name wasn’t Jimmy Butler (a player NBA writers had led gullible Celtics fans to believe was minutes away from moving from Chicago to Boston for the low price of Kris Dunn and spare parts.) 

In the past 24-hours, Russell Westbrook and Blake Griffin have had their images photoshopped into Celtics jerseys from sites as large as Bleacher Report to those little 26-follower accounts who don’t require more than the slightest nudge to buy into the hype machine. 

On the surface these trades are semi-logical. The Celtics do have assets, both players are in less-than-desirable situations with expiring contracts, and the East is hypothetically “for the taking.” Why wouldn’t Ainge make these moves? Why not trade his bad players and useless assets for top 10 players? What is he, an idiot? Make the moves already, Danny!

Except, Ainge hasn’t had even the most preliminary of discussions about acquiring these players, at least according to Steve Bulpett of the Boston Herald.


Could the Celtics trade for Griffin, or Westbrook, or Cousins, or some other great player? For sure. If he doesn’t? Oh well. As currently constructed the Celtics are just as strong a bet as anyone to make the Eastern Conference Finals and lose to the Cavaliers. Maybe LeBron gets hit by a truck as he haphazardly crosses the street and all of a sudden they find themselves in the Finals where they can lose to the Warriors, which would also be dope, especially considering this team is three seasons removed from winning 25 games or whatever embarrassing number it was.

There are 29 other GMs in the NBA who would kill to be in Ainge’s position. A young, competitive core that can actually go out and attempt to win games while another incompetent franchise tanks on their behalf. Why people believe the Celtics need to make desperation moves this summer is beyond my grasp of comprehension. They just drafted a 19-year old who, a year ago, was regarded by most as the second best high school prospect in the country. 

Sure, they signed Al Horford, a move that makes them better in the here and now more so than five years from now. That’s if you want to look at it in a vaccuum. Outside of that vaccuum, Horford was the first major free agent to elect under his own volition to sign in Boston in my 26+ years of living. With the next two Drafts exponentially stronger than this past class, and the next two summers of free agency considerably deeper than this current one, Ainge has now shown the ability to acquire top level talent outside of a trade. The Celtics are in a better position to outright sign Blake Griffin or Russell Westbrook next summer now than they were two weeks ago. They, FOR SURE, wont be as inclined to commit to an organization that is constantly amidst roster turnover (looking at you, Orlando). 

If Ainge can acquire a top flight player before they hit free agency, he should, and he would. There’s been no legitimate history of Ainge being too scared to make a deal, why he would change now is another line of logic that beyond comprehension. 

And as always, if it doesn’t come from Woj, don’t pay it any mind. That’s the mantra the rest of the summer, for the rest of the season, and for the rest of eternity.

Nickelodeon Superstars

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The lighter side of the 24-hour news cycle we’ve entrenched ourselves in is copious amounts of ridiculous sports highlights. Supposed “human beings” doing the supernatural on a nightly basis around the world. Whether it be Odell Beckham, Jr.’s circus catches which draw Rucker Park-esque reactions in living rooms or Russell Westbrook attempting to break every bone in his body dunking on everyone who ever lived, we’re spoiled to live in this era where we get to appreciate the pinnacle of athleticism with six second Vine clips at our finger tips.

But I’m here to tell you – it’s simply not enough. Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel we’ve been robbed of something great. I’m not the smartest guy who ever lived but it truly blows my mind that Vince McMahon or Mark Cuban hasn’t wrangled up the most absurd athletes of today to compete in ’90s Nickelodeon game shows. It just doesn’t make sense.

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  • Russell Westbrook
  • Odell Beckham, Jr.
  • Mike Trout

There were about 1,000 athletes that came to mind when trying to narrow down a final Guts triumvirate. I’d just as easily watch LeBron and Calvin Johnson play every game the network ever aired head-to-head until one died or something, but I’m getting away from the point. Trout’s in here because he’s the most athletic baseball player alive and, given his football background, just might have the necessary skills to really wow in a setting like this. ODB (that’s your nickname, bud. You have no say in this, that’s not how nicknames work) is a bit of a flavor of the month, but after his ridiculous rookie campaign and my affinity for wide receivers, I’d just like if his finesse translates to the feats of the Crag. Russ should be your favorite athlete. I don’t care what your piss-poor excuses are for hating on the man, but surprisingly the majority of GUTS games aren’t heavily dependent on turnovers. field goal percentage, or quality of True Religion commercial.

Tale of the tape: the four events prior to the Crag would be: Basic Training, Invisible Boat, Mad Max, and Free Kick. Guts offered football, basketball, and baseball events, but I’m not trying to see Westbrook beat Trout in a trampoline dunk contest. We’re here to see which of these three has the gumption and determination to ride a recumbent bike through a treacherous course, fight across an Olympic sized swimming pool with just a paddle and your grit, and even which athlete would make the best potential marine. Oh yeah, and soccer. Soccer seems rather neutral. How I see it breaking down: Trout takes Basic Training and Invisible Boat while Russ wins Mad Max and ODB dominates Free Kick. In the two events Trout doesn’t take first, he comes in last. Russ and ODB both snag two second place finishes to go along with their lone victories. Things are getting intense, folks.

All three Gladiators reach the base of the Crag. Mike O’Malley is literally shitting his pants with excitement. The energy in the air couldn’t be matched if the World Cup Finale was played during halftime of the Super Bowl. In the back of Westbrook and ODB’s minds, they know their efforts will be for naught if Trout comes in second or better. The horn sounds, Trout gets a great jump, sprinting out to a quick lead. Russ and Beckham are neck-and-neck as hollow boulders cascade down the sides of the glowing mount. Trout scurries to the summit, glory is but an inch from his clutches.

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Mike and Mo are going bananas! Trout missed an actuator! Trout missed an actuator! Not since the Patriots in 2008 have we seen someone fuck up so royally so close to immortality.

Trout scampers down to the missed actuator in a mad scramble, but it’s too late. Westbrook pulls himself up to the summit a half-second before ODB, but Beckham extends his go-go-Gadget arm and slaps the final actuator, claiming victory for himself and bringing pride to his family. Many have Super Bowl rings, few have ever hoisted the Crag.

 

Legends of the Hidden Temple

  • Orange Iguanas: Nick Young & JaVale McGeeOlmec
  • Purple Parrots: Tim Duncan & Kawhi Leonard
  • Red Jaguars: Steph Curry & Klay Thompson
  • Silver Snakes: Richard Sherman & Kam Chancellor
  • Green Monkeys: JJ Watt & Arian Foster
  • Blue Barracudas: Andrew Luck & Coby Fleener

Legends of the Hidden Temple would have a strong case for “greatest show of all time” if it weren’t for one fatal flaw. Somehow in Olmec’s crazy world of history and rules, half pendants were as valuable as regular pendants in the eyes of the Temple Guards. On what planet was this an acceptable practice? First off, you have grown men jumping out of the shadows to attack 11-14-year olds for one of these pendants. If they didn’t have a pendant? Well you get dragged into the depths of the Temple where I assume you were instantly murderized and mummified. If you had a half pendant? You were cool to advance after you finished pissing yourself. If you had a full pendant? Same deal. Oh hell no, Kirk Fogg. I win a full pendant? You can give that to me in halves. Or you can equip Olmec’s goons with some fucking change one time. Your call. Cause I’m not entering that Temple knowing you’re setting me up to get conned out of a new Sega Genesis and a slick pair of Hush Puppies. Not now, not ever.

Round 1: Sorry for the rant, that’s just always bothered me. Back to the matter at hand. We start at the moat, where we cut the wheat from the chaff right from the jump. You can’t finish in the top four? Take a hike. The six teams narrowed down all have various strengths and weaknesses heading into this competition, and the least likely to succeed at the moat are the Red Jaguars and the Green Monkeys. While both teams are comprised of tremendous athletes and great teammates, I just don’t see their specific skill sets coming in handy at this stage of the game.

Round 2: The Steps of Knowledge were a great way to diagnose ADHD. Olmec literally gives you the answers in a two paragraph story. You have to pay attention for no more than 30 seconds to what a giant rock face is saying and you can move on to the next round. As much as I’d like to see JaVale attempt to assemble the Shrine of the Silver Monkey, I just don’t see a way he and Swaggy P even advance one step. Due to the fact that I don’t think Kawhi would even open his mouth to answer Olmec, nor do I think Duncan is quick enough to stomp on his step in order to buzz in, I’m calling the Blue Barracudas and Silver Snakes heading to the penultimate round.

Round 3: Since the third round was so heavily dependent on specific history lessons from the omnipotent mind of Olmec, there was a wide range of games that took place during this point of the competition. While three Stanford guys have advanced this far between the two teams, I’m forced to give the edge to the more athletic squad. Congrats to the Silver Snakes on their default victory over their human competition. But don’t rest on your laurels heading into the Temple Run. This isn’t your most popular app of 2012 we’re talking about here. This is Olmec’s house. You don’t bring your A-plus-plus game and enough pendants then you’re going to get snatched TF up by some Temple Guards and, as previously stated, likely murdered and mummified. Simply yelling at the Temple Guards isn’t saving you here, Richard Sherman.

The Temple Run: But luckily for Richard Sherman, he brought Kam Chancellor who is likely strong enough to destroy Olmec if we’re being honest with ourselves. I don’t see him and Kam faltering at any of the obstacles in any of the rooms. I do, however, see them retrieving the artifact with about 26 seconds left on the clock and accidentally throwing it to one of the Temple Guards instead of running it for victory because PETE CARROLL YOU IDIOT WHAT WERE YOU DOING YOU GUM-CHEWING-SUNOVABITCH?!?!?!?

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