I want to tell something.
A week ago, last Monday, two days after the Celtics were eliminated by the Heat on Saturday, I received
the news that I have a cancer.
I cried for a week. I'm still very, very confused.
However a couple of days ago I remembered all the inspiration that this team gave to me. All the strength, resilience, grit and balls.
They had everything to get an excuse and roll over to the side dead, but they kept it togheter and fought to the end. It was a bitter end, but I don't care. Not now. Not anymore.
It may sound like a bullshit idea, kinda corny, but I remembered that I'm a Celtic.
And as the team did and showed throughout the season, I'm not going down without a fight either.
Grit and Balls is my motto in life now, whatever how much life I still got.
I know that the players will not even know about it, but their fight can save my life.
My wonderful wife is taking care of me. My whole family is helping me also.
I do not write much here. And I want to apologise for my english.
I live in Brazil, but I watch every game with the International League Pass.
I am also grateful to have gone to the Garden and watch two games last season (2010/11). Those were two straight wins against the Pistons and against the Jazz. I could even see Gino dancing in the game against Utah. I loved to see how much KG enjoyed that.
Do not know why I'm writing. Maybe because I'm a lurker and somehow I feel like at home in this blog.
Thank you very much.
Grit and Balls forever.