(DBs in full regalia)
Then came the sounds of things turning around -- like this exchange between Caroline and Paul a few weeks ago after Paul mistakenly referred to Kevin Garnett as "The Truth."
Caroline: "No, Paulie. Paul Pierce is the Truth. That's KG, he's the Big Ticket."
Paulie: "Oh yeah."
Treat these kids to a Duck Boat parade immediately!
The last time the Celtics won a championship, I was in the 10th grade. That's tough to reconcile. On the radio this morning, there was a lot of talk about the spirit of 1986. About how Danny Ainge's ability to create this team sprung from his being a member of the 1986 team. How he never became so enamored with talent that he forgot about character -- a great message that translated, albeit 22 years later.
Then of course, there is the downside of winning: The DBs who destroy things. When did people begin rioting out of joy? Never, in a state of jubilation, have I felt compelled to uproot a mailbox and overturn some SUVs. In 1986, (Granny alert) the only potential controversy around the Celtics celebration involved forged early dismissal notes to guidance counselors and some contraband wine coolers on the Green Line.
I'm half inspired to excavate my moth-eaten "Beat LA" t-shirt (with "Sweet 16" on the back) from the shopping bag archive, but don't want to smell like a basement. But, to echo KGs joyful declaration last night: "Anything is possible!"