Celtics currently their own worst enemy

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Celtics currently their own worst enemy

TORONTO The damage had been done, in an unexpectedly decisive fashion.

Boston, 74. Toronto, 86.

Celtics head coach Doc Rivers had said all that he had to say. He left the players in the bowels of the visiting locker room to themselves while the coaches convened outside. They could vent, scream, yell, do whatever they wanted to do.

But make no mistake about it.

The message had been delivered.

If the Celtics are to get out of this two-game malaise they're in now, in that room, at that moment, were the answers to their problems.

Their first shot at getting on track comes Sunday afternoon against the Chicago Bulls, hands-down the best team in the Eastern Conference. With or without reigning league MVP Derrick Rose available (he's questionable with a back injury), Chicago has proven they can win - and win big.

But the Celtics' biggest foe these days isn't the fellas at the other end of the gym. It's the guys in that room, at that moment, who will continue to search for the answers that, to a man, they know are literally in front of them.

"We need to be us, be consistent every night," Boston's Avery Bradley told CSNNE.com of the general mood among the players inside the locker room following the loss. "We need to know what we're doing on offense, know what we're doing on defense. And we just need to be more consistent and play the same every night."

Far too often against Toronto, and to a certain extent against the Los Angeles Lakers on Thursday, there were plays when it was clear that at least one Celtic player was thinking one thing, while his teammate was looking for something else.

That's focus, or something," Rivers said. "We have to fix that."

It won't be easy.

Breaking down video of ways to improve will help.

Extending the amount of the time in shoot-around to make it almost like a pseudo-practice, would benefit the Celtics as well.

More than anything, they have play smarter, play with more passion, more pride, more purpose and less passivity.

In other words, play more like a Celtic.

Ola Kamara scores twice as Crew beat Revs, 2-0

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Ola Kamara scores twice as Crew beat Revs, 2-0

COLUMBUS, Ohio - Ola Kamara scored his 14th and 15th goals of the season and the Columbus Crew beat the New England Revolution 2-0 on Sunday night to keep their playoff hopes alive. 

Columbus (7-11-11), which played in the 2015 MLS Cup, is ninth in the Eastern Conference, but only five points behind D.C. United for the final playoff spot. New England (9-13-9) is seventh, one point back. 

In the 42nd minute, Kamara slid a shot through the legs of defender Darrius Barnes and it got past a diving Brad Knighton. Kamara added a penalty-kick goal in the 84th after he was nudged from behind by London Woodberry. 

Kamara has scored five times in the last three games and leads all MLS newcomers for goals scored this season. He trails New York's Bradley Wright-Phillips by five goals for the MLS Golden Boot. 

Revolution forward Kei Kamara made his return to Mapfre Stadium after being traded from the Crew in May. 

Kevin Walsh: An unforgettable encounter with Arnold Palmer

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Kevin Walsh: An unforgettable encounter with Arnold Palmer

With the passing of Arnold Palmer, CSN's Kevin Walsh looks back on an unforgettable encounter he had with the golf legend

It was May 2000.  I had just finished playing golf at Pebble Beach.  I walked out of the clubhouse and a Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the putting green, Arnold Palmer hopped out. It was as if he’d fallen out of the sky. 

I had my tape recorder with me and asked if I could ask him a few questions about being a caddy in his younger years in Latrobe, Pennsylvania. 

“Yes, but I have only about five minutes,” he said.

I was very nervous and having trouble putting the cassette tape into the recorder.  He eventually took it out of my hands and did it for me. 

My nerves were gone.

So we’re talking and the door to The Lodge bursts open and a guy yells “Hey Arnold!  We’re in the bar having a beer!”

“Well,” Arnold yells back, “Order me one!”

Arnold was hard of hearing.  He saddled up next to me, and tilted his head so I could talk right into his ear. I couldn’t believe I was talking directly into Arnold Palmer’s ear. He was practically stepping on my feet. He wore tiny hearing aids that were only visible if you were as close as I was.

After ten minutes of talking, I reminded him that he had friends waiting, and a beer that was probably warm by that time.  He wanted to make sure that I had enough.  I did and I was beaming.  I’m not sure my feet touched the ground on the walk back to the car.