CALL ME SNAKE

I’ve watched at least the second half of every Celtics playoff game–23 until last night. But last night, when the Celtics were playing like crap [in the early 3rd quarter] and didn’t seem to be able to get much within 15, I had the sinking feeling that it was hopeless. “If you want to turn this off,” I said to a friend, “it’s OK with me. You’d be doing both of us a favor.”

Fortunately my friend was smart enought to say, “I’m going to leave it on anyway.” Had I not stuck it out to the end, I would have felt bad at midnight when the sounds of helicopters circling above would have told me that the Celtics pulled off the impossible. And I would never have forgiven myself for having missed that remarkable comeback.