Tag: NBA

Beating L.A. never looked so good

These 9 p.m. Celtics-Lakers start times are killing me! I had to hurl myself out of bed this morning and my boyfriend – my poor sleep-deprived boyfriend – was a cranky nightmare. BUT every yawn, every watery eye, every cup of coffee is so worth it because watching Ray Allen & Co. stick it to the Lakers last night was truly STUNNING!


After the abysmal first quarter, I thought my boyfriend’s head was going to explode. I now know why he doesn’t regularly watch sports like I do – he gets too angry. We even switched it to something else for much of the second quarter but I insisted watching the second half and my boyfriend is glad we did.

Even my dad, Mr. “There’ll Never Be Another Larry Bird”, got into the game and came running into our room early in the fourth quarter to tell me that this current incarnation of the Celtics reminded him of the teams from his youth.

Now this might sound like Boston heresy but I almost (emphasis on “almost”) want the Celtics to lose Sunday night so that if they win this series, they can do it at home in the Garden. As awesome as it would be to see a bunch of phony celebrities wincing as they sit in their comped seats at the Staples Center, it would be so much better to see the Garden completely explode (figuratively, of course).

Angela’s trip down Celtics-Memory Lane

With the Boston Celtics gearing up for Game Seven against the Cleveland Cavaliers tonight, it may surprise you to know that I plan on watching it. It may also surprise you to know that when I was growing up, the Celtics were almost as big in my household as the Patriots. I think much of that was because my mother liked basketball as much as my dad, and of course, Larry Bird was the man.

Green Stuff

As a four-year-old, my dad, sister and I met almost the entire team by chance – my dad took us to the airport to pick up airline tickets for our upcoming trip to Disney World. After paying, he decided to take us through the terminal since we had never flown before (Very pre-9/11) and in a quiet terminal the entire Celtics team sat, waiting for a flight. My sister, who was only three at the time, ran right up to M.L. Carr. He picked her up and brought her back to my dad, or so my dad tells me. I have no memory of the incident.

As a six-year-old, my dad taught me the Celtics starting five so that I could recite it in front of his friends (Danny Ainge, Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, Robert Parrish, and Dennis Johnson – I don’t even need to stop and think). He also taught me to say that Steve Grogan was my favorite quarterback, but that’s not important right now.

At seven-years-old, my parents took my sister and I to our first Celtics game at the Garden. I tried as hard as any seven-year-old to pay attention but much of what I remember about that game is the Celtics cheerleader doll my dad bought me and the fact that I could see Robert Parrish’s underpants through his white home basketball shorts. Ain’t it weird what you remember?

Also when I was seven, my parents left my sick little ass at home to go to a Celtics-Pistons playoff game. Little did they know, I was at home suffering from pneumonia and as soon as they got home, they had to take me to the hospital. I will never forget that. Jerks. But, my dad won’t forget either because this was the game he had just attended:

Reggie Lewis died when I was 14 and just a month later my parents divorced. My dad had to give up his Patriots season tickets and watch all the games at home and it was around this time that I started watching. Sadly, our interest in the Celtics waned and never really returned as we devoted all of our energy and time to the Patriots.

The current Boston Celtics team of Paul Pierce, Kevin Garnett, et al, will never compare to the teams I watched as a kid, but that doesn’t mean I won’t root for them.