VALENCIA, SPAIN — The bocadillos flew off the plates and into the mouths of over thirty hungry Celtics fans awaiting a midnight tip-off. It’s rare to find a Spanish sports bar in the American sense with an abundance of TV’s, so ours doubled as our dinner location and later, a night club.
Imagine Buffalo Wild Wings with a dance floor. Our group, donning Celtics shirts, draping banners, and drinking from green bottles, were quickly surrounded by speakers booming reggaeton when our “sports bar” transformed into a rave in the fourth quarter. Artificial smoke poured into our room like 76ers’ playoff confetti.