28-3 / Go Celtics

I am a die-hard Boston Celtics fan.

I listened on the radio to their games in the late 1950s.

I watched the Green on TV in the 1960s.

I still consider Bill Russell the greatest player ever in the NBA.

I was lucky enough to see their battles at Boston Garden in the 70s.

Hondo, Cowens, Silas, Jo-Jo, Don Nelson.

I loved that team and they beat the Bucks to win a 12th Championship for the Celtics.

The Bird years.

The Big Three.

And now the new team.

Blown out twice by the Cavs.

Isiah Thomas out for game 3.

Then they fuck Cleveland at home.

An LA friend asked for my prediction.

"Celts in 6."

"How?"

"28-3."

"28-3?"

I can't even remember who the Patriots beat in the Superbowl other than they blew out their lungs and had nothing left for the 4th quarter.

28-3.

Go Green.

Wo Ist Deiner Tattoos

I've been watching the brutal defensive NBA finals between Cleveland and Golden State. The Cavs have lost two stars and the coach has gone to the bench to fill the ranks. LeBron has been happy to play with his ex-Miami Heat teammate Mike Miller, but when I saw the 35 year-old forward on the court I thought he might have had several of his tattoos removed during the off-season.

I mentioned this metaporphosis to several of my freinds without them refuting my claim.

Today I googled 'white tattooed NBA player, and discovered that I had mistook Mike Miller for Chris Anderson or Big Bird.

The two don't really look anything alike, but I'll keep on making the comment about tattoo removal until someone corrects me.

Cleveland in seven.