(Editor’s Note (and foreword): So, I was watching the Celtics at 5 pm pacific standard time the other night, screaming at the TV and getting moody when Evan Turner shoots a 3… and she was just staring at me. I, then, get this story below in my email the next day at random. Little does she know, the minor details of this story actually really sum up both the Celtic’s team this season and what it’s like to be a Boston fan in general.)
I was born and raised in Los Angeles and have always considered myself a sports fan. This stems from the fact that I used to wake up everyday before school around the same time my dad was leaving for work. Naturally, we watched SportsCenter together over my bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and his cup of coffee. With this excellent form of upbringing, I would say I’m well-versed for a girl in the sports community.
Unfortunately for my fandom, this upbringing also means that I have never really had a set team. Because, like my father, I just enjoy a good game. Therefore, I am a “Lakers fan,” a “Dodgers fan,” a Kings fan (that one I actually am), and I guess now a “Rams fan.” Go Jared Goff?!?
It has always been my mindset to sit down and enjoy a good game, and if a Los Angeles team is playing, I root for them. Conversely, my boyfriend, who is a diehard Boston fan in all realms, makes sure to watch every minute of every game that any New England team is playing in. I have one general rule of thumb: if I know the guy’s name, he’s probably pretty frickin good. Which is fascinating… because I didn’t know a single Celtic’s player name but I was told they are “really good.”
I’m not sure what is worse right now; being a temporary Celtics fan and have “my” team out of the playoffs, or being the girlfriend of a real Celtics fan and having him mope around.
This Celtics playoff series was a rollercoaster of emotions for my diehard Boston fan. I saw the gritty, never-give-up C’s defense comeback at home from a 2-0 deficit. I saw Marcus Smart work his ass off against a guy 4 inches taller than him. I saw Isaiah Thomas score a career-high 42 points in Game 3 to keep the hope alive for the Celtics (I only know it was a career-high because of the update I get after every game from the walking talking breathing almanac I date). And I saw Brad Stevens manipulate his lineup in a way that validates he has a shot at winning Coach of the Year in the future.
In the end, pretending to be a Boston fan isn’t so bad. At least Boston fans bleed for their teams. I’d rather be a diehard than a fan who next year says “Oh the Lakers are playing? Man, I miss Kobe.”
The Celtics may be out of the playoffs, but I heard the Sox are putting up some yahdos. Brady may be suspended four games, but at least you still have Jimmy.
(God… he’s so beautiful)
Yeah, you know what, I think I can get used to this New England sports thing.
by AlyFOLLOW THE OPEN FIELD