For game six I was sent to my room. My spouse – The Lovely Cynthia – frowns on my vocal comments during a game and I am placed in isolation. Usually my daughter will watch a game with me and has modeled her behavior after mine. So, I am a bad parent.
My daughter was off to the local bar to view the game with her age appropriate group so I was left to myself with occasional runs to the food supplies. My wife decided to observe the contest in the family room so I stayed far away from that area – a nice demarcation zone.
This game was a lock. I was in the 99% percentile for absolutely a win. I was actually surprised the outcome was as close as it was, and when Stephen Drew hit one out, that was it. My texting was in a frenzy with other offspring scattered across the country. Plans were in the works for who will show up for the now oh so routine parade.
Why the change? Why the confidence? In honesty I have now become Yankee like.
Until 2004 it was always how are we going to lose this game and not how we are going to win it. No more. After 50 years of torture those days are like a sour marriage and sent to that dustbin of a distant and forgetful past. Did those days even exist?
This team is Fat City for me. I got into a routine this season. After a win a ritual would take place that consisted of a trip to Honey Dew for a number four on the menu – a coffee roll and medium black coffee, followed by a quick purchase of The Boston Herald. Short drive for a return home to enjoy the sports section while devouring that coffee roll.
I ate a lot of coffee rolls this season.
This morning I had two as my celebratory gorging. But I have discover a way to tame my weight. I will apply the same routine to my passion of following the Celtics! I figure twenty-five – tops.
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