The Celtics are absolutely winning today on Mother's Day. My Mom passed away a few years ago. She LOVED basketball, and got me into it as a kid. Now, deciding green was my favorite color a couple of years prior to knowing what basketball was, when my Mom turned on the Celtics one Sunday at 8 years old, it was a lifelong contract signed immediately. It also didn't hurt that this was the dawn of the Bird era.
Over the years, we had our ups and downs, as kids and their Mom's do. One thing that remained a constant was catching the Celtics every once on awhile together. We moved to a different part of Coventry, RI at a higher elevation, which led to the exciting world of Boston UHF channels becoming available on the antenna including channel 56, which carried a ton of games.
I would make fun of Cousey's voice since he couldn't pronounce Rs, but she would always tell me stop making fun and actually listen to him. I took that to heart, and soon realized that he had a wealth of information and it made me a better basketball fan.
When I attended college, we would always have a Sunday afternoon phone call that usually focused on the Celtics. After I hung up, the guys in the dorm would say, "Was that your Dad?" And they'd be surprised when I told them "Nope, that was my Mom."
As the cruelty of Alzeimers started claiming her memories one of the last things she held onto was our Celtics history. I still miss calling her to bitch about the dumb decisions as well as the moments of brilliance.
There is no fucking way we are losing today.
