When the dynasty was born, like all other teams, they were respected
The Celtics... we put their name to the test.
"Remember us." As simple an order as a king can give. "Remember why we worked hard." For he did not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments nor poems of war and valor. His wish was simple. "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope, should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be. May all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones, "Go tell the Pistonfans, passerby, that here by Piston law, we lie."
Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called The Banknorth Garden, Doc Rivers' hordes face obliteration!
Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers... knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of three hundred. Yet they stare now across the plain at *ten thousand* Pistonians commanding the whole detroit michigan! HA-OOH!
HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!
The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine.
Give thanks, men, to Rip Hamilton and the brave Detroit Pistons!!!!!
TO VICTORY!
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