You’re kidding me. Right? You’ve got to be kidding me.Here is how it went last night. At halftime of the Celtics game, the Orlando Cepedas were basically doing anything they wanted. While that was going on, the Bruins were in the final stages of their second straight beat-down of the Carolina Hurricanes, winning 4-2 and taking their Eastern Conference semifinal series back to the Garden for Game 7.As for the Celtics, as the police like to say when they want to shoo you from an accident scene, “Nothing to see here.” They looked deader than Elvis.So the choice was easy. Stick with the B’s. Watch them through to the end and then write a column on how wonderful it is that they’re taking after their Red Sox brethren (not to mention Earl Weaver) and crawling out of more coffins than Bela Lugosi.And it is a marvelous story. They were so cold last year that Osama bin Laden could have taken his place on defense next to Zdeno Chara and no one would have noticed.In March, they made a trade that landed them Tim Wakefield on skates, a/k/a Mark Recchi. I’m not kidding. Recchi is 41. He also scored the first Bruins goal last night.So ? I finish the column, every now and then peeking in to see how the Celtics are doing. And I notice they’re maintaining an eight-point deficit. That’s hardly what you want to be doing, by the way, when you’re the home team and you face the prospect of going onto the other guy’s court in Game 6 with elimination staring you in the face.On the other hand, it worked so well for the Bruins last night. So who knows?So, polish up the column (one that you won’t read here, unfortunately ? and you’ll have to take my word for it. It was pretty good. It even had the Recchi line in it).When I’m done, and when I email it to the office, I go back to check on the Celtics and notice with under nine minutes to go, they’re down by 14, 77-63. Ugh.The next time I check, it’s down to nine, but with just over five minutes to go. This doesn’t seem doable.Pity, really, because if there’s ever a team to admire this year, it’s the Celtics. There are a lot of teams who would lose their No. 1 player (I think Kevin Garnett is their No. 1 player; dispute me if you must) and just chalk the season up to bad luck. But these guys are like Smokin’ Joe Frazier. They keep coming at you.You wonder how. You really do. You keep thinking that someone along the way is going to deliver the knockout punch, but it never seems to happen. And right about now, I’m wondering whether even LeBron James has what it takes.I do a bit more puttering around on the computer before taking another peek, just in time to see Kendrick Perkins (the same Perk who my colleague, Rich Tenorio, said shouldn’t play) laying one in to bring them within two (85-83).By now, of course, I’m transfixed. I know I’m taking a huge risk. I’m either going to be jumping up and down in glee or jumping up and down in horror. One way or another, though, I’ll be jumping up and down.Ray Allen. BANG. A three-pointer. With 1:20 to go, they’re up by a point and now it’s time to pace back and forth like an expectant father.After what seems to be a day and a half (between fouls and timeouts, the last part of a close basketball game progresses roughly at the same rate of speed as those turtles in the Comcast commercial), Allen misses one, but Paul Pierce somehow manages to get the rebound, gets fouled, sinks them both, and it’s 88-85 and I’m thinking “You’re kidding me. You’ve GOT to be kidding me. This game was LOST. It was over!”This all happens with eight seconds left. After hearing the entire four movements of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, it’s down to 6.2 seconds to go before the teams trade foul shots. Each second thereafter creeps along like a cab stuck in midtown Manhattan traffic, but finally, between all the timeouts and trudging up and down the court to shoot free throws, it’s over.The Celtics prove that they’re not about to hand over that title gladly. The Bruins do that black and gold jersey p