Problems with the site this weekend, so here's a quick update of what happened in Boston sports this weekend:

Red Sox: Lost 2 out of 3 to the Mariners. All in all, an 8-2 road trip is nothing to sneeze at. And losing 2 of 3 to Seattle is no great shame, since they swept the Yankees in the Bronx last week. My coworker (Swamp Rat) is convinced the Mariners are actually robots anyway, and it's not that farfetched. First of all, the idea of the Mariners getting on the bus after a game and plugging in to recharge is too cool to pass up. Secondly, Ichiro's a robot, for sure. Which explains why some people were so interested last year in what Ichiro's hiding under that uniform.

Of course it wouldn't be the Red Sox without some trauma. Manny Ramirez broke his finger on a head-first slide into home the other night, so of course everyone's looking for a scapegoat and anxiously saying rosaries. It will be hard to match the offense with Manny out, but the pitching's OK and Rickey Henderson finally gets his P.T.

Celts: Detroit's on the ropes, baby! The Celts erased Friday's woe with a solid pasting of the Pistons on Sunday. Now the Bad Boys (and they look like they're taking that literally) have one more chance to win at home before the Celts pound them in Game 6 (if necessary). A lot of the post-game 4 attention went to superduperstars Antoine Walker and Paul Pierce, but I have to give some major applause to Eric Williams. He didn't score, but played superb defense, good rebounding, and went flying after every loose ball. It's guys like E. that will leave the Nets scratching their heads and the Lakers (like the Rams) wondering how the hell this scrappy team from Massachusetts spoiled their coronation. Bank on it.

Major chill-up-the-spine points at the Fleet on Sunday when they did the now-traditional Roundup of Legends on the Jumbotron during the 3rd Quarter. Red, Russell, Max, Cousy, Loscy, JoJo, and Tommy were in the building. Major blood-pressure-boiling points to the evil Bill Laimbeer, who claimed with a straight face in a Sunday interview that he wasn't out to play dirty basketball in the 80s. You were just following orders, jawohl? At least the Fleet Center Jumbotron guy is on the ball, showing Larry and Parish beating up Laimbeer every chance they get.