Happy Fathers Day!
Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:16 pm
I'm not the heaviest poster around here, but I wanted to pause and share some thoughts on this fathers day on what the Celtics have meant to my family over the years.
My earliest Celtics memories are of my Dad trying to keep the AM radio tuned in to listen to Celtics playoff games in the 60s, then on to the 70's and staying up to the wee hours on school nights to watch the tape delayed games on CBS. This was when Hondo supplanted Brookes Robinson as my hero, and baseball faded to the background to become secondary to my love of Basketball.
In the 80s it was excited talk about Bird and another few banners, with me taping games (on Beta) to send overseas to my dad, who would avoid the papers until the game came so he could watch it unspoiled. I also distinctly remember a conversation with my dad, while shooting hoops, where he was giddy with the prospect of signing Walton - who was to become the final piece to the greatest team in NBA history. This was also the decade where my first two sons came along - and played with their little play school hoops emulating Bird and Ainge.
In the 90's my sons became old enough to follow the team seriously, and they grew up with Reggie Lewis and Dee Brown as their heros.
Tonight on of my older sons is coming by to watch the game, and there will be a couple of calls to my father as well. My youngest son, now 8, will continue forming the first permanent memories of the Celtics.
So, tonight, for my boys, for my Dad, and of course for me, Go Green! Bring home 17!
Happy Fathers Day All!
My earliest Celtics memories are of my Dad trying to keep the AM radio tuned in to listen to Celtics playoff games in the 60s, then on to the 70's and staying up to the wee hours on school nights to watch the tape delayed games on CBS. This was when Hondo supplanted Brookes Robinson as my hero, and baseball faded to the background to become secondary to my love of Basketball.
In the 80s it was excited talk about Bird and another few banners, with me taping games (on Beta) to send overseas to my dad, who would avoid the papers until the game came so he could watch it unspoiled. I also distinctly remember a conversation with my dad, while shooting hoops, where he was giddy with the prospect of signing Walton - who was to become the final piece to the greatest team in NBA history. This was also the decade where my first two sons came along - and played with their little play school hoops emulating Bird and Ainge.
In the 90's my sons became old enough to follow the team seriously, and they grew up with Reggie Lewis and Dee Brown as their heros.
Tonight on of my older sons is coming by to watch the game, and there will be a couple of calls to my father as well. My youngest son, now 8, will continue forming the first permanent memories of the Celtics.
So, tonight, for my boys, for my Dad, and of course for me, Go Green! Bring home 17!
Happy Fathers Day All!