I spent last week in the seventh circle of hell. I’ve heard others refer to it as Las Vegas. Anyway, I got to watch the Celtics game six clincher at the Wynn Sports Book with, surprisingly, a ton of Celtics fans. It was a good time, the number two highlight of the week. The first, watching all 19 holes of Tiger Woods epic playoff win on my Jet Blue flight. That ought to tell you how much I like Vegas.
Anyway, a hot topic in the sports world lately is the hatred of Boston by jealous sports fans from across the country. Jay Fitz at Hub Blog has been following this with a series of great, link filled posts here, here and here.
That photo says it all doesn’t it. Looking back, I prefer my childhood memories because they had the perfect combination of highs and lows. You haven’t lived as a sports fan until you have had your heart ripped out by the team you love. My generation had those great Celtics teams with Larry Legend, but we also had the Pats getting trounced in the Super Bowl, and of course, we had the 1986 Red Sox. Enough said. All good things come to an end, and so to will our dominance of the sports universe. In the meantime, the Masshole in all of us will bask in the hatred from the rest of the sporting world. Good times, good times.