I’m a fan of the Boston Celtics NBA team. Like religiosity, I am a product of the geographic area and family I grew up in. My first 12 years I lived in New England. My dad grew up in Ipswich, MA, and was in his twenties during the incomparable 60’s era of Celtics basketball with the great Bill Russell, so he was a huge C’s fan. I got into basketball during the Larry Bird era. There’s been plenty of great basketball informing my fandom.
Back in college, I went a full month wearing a different Celtics t-shirt everyday, just because I could. I’ve cried watching an incredible Larry Bird game. My ex-wife brought me on a romantic night getaway and I spent it watching the greatest comeback in Celtics playoff history. There are other examples of rabid fandom (or shocking insensitivity to others) to be sure.
Like all self-respecting Celtics fans I hate the Lakers, loathe LeBron, and love/hate Magic Johnson. Unlike most sports fans, I am not demonstrative at games, I’m not one to cheer. I remain pretty reserved as a spectator, I dislike having to stand to see the action. I never boo.
Nora has become somewhat of a C’s fan herself. When we lived up in Minnesota we had season tickets to the Timberwolves and she bought in. Once we left though, she dumped those bums and came to a real team. Nope she may have more Celtics shirts than I.
Next weekend Nora and I are headed to the great state of Texas to run a half marathon, and Nora is going to be able to meet up with her run coach face-to-face. But that’s not the most exciting part of the trip. The race is Sunday morning in Austin. After the race we are going to head back to the hotel, shower, and then hop in the car and drive to Houston to see my beloved Celtics play. Then get up Monday morning and drive to Dallas to see them play again! Can you believe it?!
What is your favorite sports team?