ate in the second quarter, as the Celtics' lead over the Cavaliers was heading toward certifiable blowout territory, Erick Strickland reached over and grabbed a cup of beer from a courtside fan. As he waited for the referee to hand him the ball for an inbounds pass, Strickland sniffed the $5 FleetCenter lager.

No one could blame Boston for having a little fun at Cleveland's expense. Up to that point, the Celtics had been doing exactly that all over the floor, with the Cavaliers the unlucky victims of the Green's rolling, rollicking good play.