June 18, 2008
Hey Mush, Your Celtics Won the NBA Championship
(By Joe Kukura)
Congratulations, all of you Boston expats out there. As of this morning, your Celtics are the NBA’s newly-crowned 2008 World Champions. You represent yourselves disproportionately well in Bay Area sports bars and events, yet there is sometimes a perception that we f*cking hate you. That may be, but with last night’s 131-92 demolition of the Lakers, you have acquired another trophy for your impressive collection and did to Kobe Bryant what the Eagle County, Colorado court system couldn’t do.
It appeared to get easier for your Celtics as the playoffs went on. You had your doubts when the Hawks (!) and LeBron each took you to the brink… but the Pistons were misfiring, Ray-Ray found his groove with the addition of that funky-ass arm warmer device, and you have established Kobe as the "greatest Jordan fraud of all time". It was a testament to that storied New England perseverance, and your persistence of faith has paid off grandly.
Oh, and one additional word of encouragement for you, Boston fans… 18-1!
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I'm as sick of Boston sports as anyone else, but once I heard the Garden starting up that BEAT LA chant in Game One, I became a Celtic fan. NO San Franciscan can hear BEAT LA without getting goosebumps. It's it our DNA. We couldn't fight it if we tried.
"yet there is sometimes a perception that we f*cking hate you"
You say perception, I say reality. Boston fans are bigger d-bags than even the Yankees fans.
So to all the Boston fans out there: Go home!
... and therein lies the San Franciscan's dilemma in this series. I could feel the tension in every sports bar I drank in. To wit:
Should we show West Coast/state solidarity with our SoCal brothers (as Brock is always hectoring us to do)?
Or should we temporarily suspend our antipathy for vile Boston d-bags, and accept that the enemy of our enemy is our friend?
You're absolutely right, troymccluresf. The moment I saw that sea of green roaring BEAT LA, BEAT LA, BEAT LA, I knew in my soul that Boston couldn't be all bad.
yeah baby!!!!!
yaaaaaaaaaa mush!
My pinky hurts.