If the Wizards were a moth fluttering about in the twilight, the Boston Celtics were the windshield of a car cruising down the highway at 70 miles per hour.
If the Wizards were an ant with a broken leg struggling to bring a scrap of food back to the colony, the Celtics were the steel-shanked boot that stomped.
If the Wizards were Michael Spinks, the Celtics were...never mind. You get the point. The final margin of this one was 19 points, and it was that close only because Eugene Omoruyi dominated the fourth quarter while Boston’s clear the bench mob were taking turns laying bricks and committing turnovers.