My first memory as a Celtics fan was a sad one.
I was 11 years old, so staying up late to watch my Celtics take down Kobe and the Lakers again in the 2010 Finals was not an option. Bedtime for a kid is much like Father Time: undefeated. As you all know, Boston lost. I woke up the next morning to my dad at the side of my bed, prepared to break the bad news to me. “Sorry, buddy. Your Celtics lost.”
A Pistons fan for life, my dad was skeptical at first of my Celtics love, but he soon learned to accept the fact that once I started bleeding green, nothing could cauterize my open heart.