Celtics.
It is difficult to express the awesomeness here, but I’m going to try.
I just watched the Celtics beat the Lakers by 39 points to clinch the NBA championship, alongside one of my best friends and by far my best basketball friend, Mr. Corey B., and we did it at the only bar in Allston that I like.
I have known Corey for a good 11 or 12 years, and the Celtics have sucked our butts the whole time, with the exception of 2002 where they still weren’t really all that good but somehow advanced to the conference finals anyway. The two of us have watched so many bad games together that it pains me to contemplate how many.
It is only fitting that we watched the final victory together.
Also, while I am ecstatic for every one of the players and staff, I actually cried a little bit when Paul Pierce received the Finals MVP trophy. No one deserves it more than he does, having endured 10 years here in Boston having to carry some truly awful teams and getting stabbed 11 times. Paul Pierce is going to send the number 34 to permanent rest hanging above the court at the Garden. The Celtics are nothing without Paul Pierce, and Paul Pierce is nothing without the Celtics.
But seriously, to see the looks on the faces of Pierce and Garnett, and to see Pierce with that trophy, and to see Garnett hug Bill Russell, and to see Pierce pour the Gatorade all over Doc… all of it, the whole game, the whole night… absolutely awesome.
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