(Basket ball as a pumpkin:1. 34). A night of unholy hoops, a macabre matchup of monstrous proportions, as the NBA's finest freaks and frights take to the court. The Lakers, a squad of ghostly gazelles, prance and pivot with an otherworldly elegance, their jerseys a deep, blood- red hue that seems to glow with an eerie light. The Celtics, a coven of wicked witches, weave a spell of darkness and despair, their eyes aglow with an malevolent intensity that seems to pierce the very soul. The ball, a glowing orb of orange and black, bounces and careens with a maddening rhythm, as if possessed by the spirits of the damned. The crowd, a chorus of ghouls and goblins, cheers and chants with a frenzied abandon, their faces painted with a riot of colors that seem to shift and writhe like living things. "