After that emotional win last night--and soaking in the sheer satisfaction of a well deserved win--the Bobcats go to Boston to take on the Celtics.
Look at Gerald above. He's telling you to come on board the train, it's the choo choo, ride it, and Raymond's about to tell the other side of the room. Really, this is a no brainer. All aboard. Get your uncles, aunts, mama, papa, nephews, nieces, cousins, friends, and acquaintances.
One of the things I've been thinking about a lot is the notion that the Bobcats don't have a bandwagon. Seriously. There is no bandwagon. There are fans out there, but not enough that we could call Bobcats fandom a cultural marker.
If you grew up in Bismarck, North Dakota, in the early 2000s and you became a Lakers fan because the Lakers were awesome, you jumped on the bandwagon and were a frontrunner. Maybe you'll stick with them through thick and thin, but there's no denying that you were a frontrunner. That simply doesn't exist with the Bobcats. Nobody chooses the Bobcats because rooting for the Cats equates to rooting for success or glamor.
The Celtics are without Kevin Garnett, but, great as he was and is, he hasn't been himself this year, and Boston is still a challenging team without him. And yes, that's even without Leon Powe or (gulp) Brian Scalabrine to pick up KG's slack. Big Baby and Mikki Moore are perfectly acceptable replacements until the regular season ends.
All that said, the Bobcats just overcame the more difficult hurdle in this back to back by beating the Lakers. Nothing is gravy at this point; they're still plowing through meat and potatoes. I'm going to run out of proper analogies to explain that every game is a must win from here on out.