If there wasn't a ring ceremony at the begining of last nights Celtics game against the Cavs, I would be sitting here saying, the perimeter game was nowhere to be found, the first half defense was a bit shotty, but you know what, we got the win and that's all that matters. Well, not aaaaaaalll that matters.

Let's be real, it wasn't at all about the win or loss last night at the Gahden. Yes it was important to start the defense of our title with a win, especially against the Cavs, but the spotlight was on the trophy, the rings and the players last night and boy did they deliver. Not since Larry Bird's famous "There's only one place I'd rather be..." speech have I gotten so choked up watching a player celebrate a title. The Truth, who was the Truth last night dropping 27 points on the Cavs and stepping up to the mic to deliver one of the best all time championship "acceptance" speeches, was left in tears as I will admit I was as well. If you weren't at least moved by the ceremony, turn in your green and white and start praying for a Laker's championship (NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!)

So Boston, bask in it. You deserve it. Congratulations, the City of Champions lives.



adam@wickedpissadude.com

Labels: 17th Championship, Boston Celtics, Cleveland Cavaliers, Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce, Ring ceremony

Tonight join Adam and Timmy talking about the aftermath of the Celtics winning banner #17.

What's it like living in Titletown? Just read this article by Chad Finn at Boston.com about which championship is his favorite and check out Timmy and Adam's favorites on the show.

Should Schill make the Hall of Fame? Not so fast...aparently? You might think we're crazy, but think about it, if he was a member of the Diamondbacks still, would you think he was a lock?

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Some awesome close-ups on the parade route taken by my good friend Lou Rizzo of Atlantic Records. Check 'em out.

By far the best one is the Pierce shot. He is the M-A-N and that must be the stogie that Red gave him. HOLLER AT YOUR BOY!!!

Labels: 17th Championship, Boston Celtics, Championship Parade, Doc Rivers, Kevin Garnett, KG, Leon Powe, Paul Pierce, Sam Cassell

Labels: 17th Championship, Boston Celtics, Doc Rivers, Red Auerbach, Scallabrine

Dear Dad,

I can still hear the pounding of the basketball on the pavement and the swish of the basket as my shot hit the bottom of the net at six in the morning before any other kid in the neighborhood was up. I wasn’t alone though as most kids who practiced that early in the morning were, you were there with me. Pushing me to work harder, to run faster, to dribble with my left hand and to always be the best I could be.

My dream was always to be a member of the Boston Celtics. I wanted to be the next Larry Bird and you always encouraged me and challenged me to be that player. You never doubted my abilities and you always taught me to reach for my goal no matter how hard it may seem to achieve. I didn’t make it to the NBA; in fact, I didn’t even play high school basketball. I did, however, learn a very valuable lesson out there during those early morning shoot arounds with you, I learned that no matter what obstacle stands in your way, no matter how hard a challenge may seem, there is always someone, standing by your side, cheering you on and for me dad, you were that someone.

The lessons I learned on the basketball court in my early years with you by my side, have carried over to my life today. I know, that if I work hard to achieve something I truly desire, I can make it happen. I also know that if I fail and fall flat on my face, there’ll always be someone there to pick me up, dust me off and say, go get ‘em next time. I have fallen down and I have gotten right back up, at six in the morning and hit that court again.

Through basketball you also taught me the spirit of competition. I remember sitting on the floor in our living room, watching as The Legend battled Bill Laimbeer and the hated Detroit Pistons. We would watch every game together and cheer on the good guys. I remember the song you used to sing when they would show Bill Laimbeer crying over a bad call, sarcastically you would sing, “Baby face, you got that cutest little baby face.” I still to this day sing that song whenever I see an opponent whining about a call.

I also remember though, the respect you showed “hated” rivals. When Magic Johnson helped beat the Celtics, I remember you saying what a great player he was and what a great series that it was. It was a respect that was shown because he was a real competitor, like Larry Bird was. He didn’t complain, he didn’t argue, as you said, he just played the game.

So, as I sit here on this Father’s Day gearing up to root on the Celtics to their 17th championship banner, I will be thinking about you. You are far away today, but in so many respects you’ll be sitting right next to me on the couch. They have made it back to the promised land Dad and they did it the way you taught me to, they worked hard and just played the game.

Happy Father’s Day Dad. Thanks for the lasting lessons. I love you.

Love,
Adam

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