Not every incident in life is of the same importance. Marriage is bigger than a sunrise. Having a child is bigger than buying a cd. Joking on Jamey's hair is bigger than joking on Whigham's Reds. And the truly monumental moments are celebrated in some fashion that let's us know -- unequivocally -- that life has changed. This week included one such event and it's corresponding validation. The Celtics swung a deal for Kevin "Big Ticket" Garnett, and my buddy Criag called.
Yes, it happened, and now everybody who hated the Ray Allen deal can see the larger picture -- they didn't just give away a piece of the future for a chance to go to the Finals, they gave away the ENTIRE future for a really, really GOOD chance to go to the Finals! Obviously we (speaking for the Celtics Nation) are just pleased as punch to be the odds-on favorite to come out of the East for the next two or three years. Number 17 isn't home yet, but it's been a long, long time since we've even been close.
The Craig-call thing, though, now that's another entry all to itself (although you can see it's the same entry). It was a voice-mail after I got off work that sounded like it was a Rome jungle-clone with a personalized message just for me. It meant that this was a big, life-changing event. A moment in which a Laker fan became a pseudo-Celtics fan in all the excitement. If you don't know, it's a little bit like a Capulet calling to congratulate a Montague for moving up in the world. Something close to a heartfelt Dave Letterman/Richard Simmons embrace. Or maybe the time that Jamey told me the jeans I was wearing were cool (it happened once, honest!).
We don't know if it will be just like the 80's, but Jesus loves me, I'm 15 years out of fashion, and the Celtics are back. Now, has somebody taken care of making friendly relations with one of those crooked refs?
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