It is impossible for me to write about the first game of the season without sounding cheesy, melodramatic, dorky, or some combination of all of the above. One year I posted the lyrics to a P.O.D. song (which went over like a lead balloon-boy). One year I wrote a (very bad) poem. Another year I posted a video of an ape playing the drums to Can You Feel It Coming In The Air Tonight. Well, I still love that video, but I digress. The point is, I'm a total sap for this stuff.
That's not an apology, mind you. More of a confession really. I don't care. I'm that guy. The guy who has Celtics apparel for every day of the week because his family doesn't know what else to get him for Christmas. When friends ask me about the Celtics, I have to pause and gauge just how long this person really wants to hear about the C's before they get that glazed look and adjust my ramblings accordingly.
This stuff means something to me and I love that.
Part of it is because of all of you. This blog is more than just a vehicle to feed my ego and scream out for attention (though it is that, make no mistake). It is a community that I'm blessed to have the opportunity to facilitate. Sports has allowed mankind to connect and bond for ages. Despite diverse backgrounds, age, political leanings, job titles, geographic locations, or even personality types, we all have a common passion and we pour out our hearts to each other over a silly game.
Deep friendships have been forged and refined between people that have never met and perhaps never will. Who could have even imagined such a thing when Larry, Kevin, and Robert were the Big 3? In fact, the whole reason this silly site got started was in part because I needed to connect with people as nuts as I was about this team. So thank you for that.
I also thank you for spending the offseason here as well. Some of you may find this hard to believe, but there are other sports and other sports blogs out there. During the dog days of summer, it is only natural to roam around and engage in other communities. Yet somehow most of you found yourself right back here again, if only to complain about the fact that there was no news to talk about.
Now the games start up again. The lights will go out, the scoreboard will show highlights and play dramatic music, KG (and Pierce) will scream, the crowd will go nuts, lineups will be announced, talcum powder will be sprayed, and the ball will finally be tossed. Can I feel it? I can taste it.
And you, me, and a few thousand of our closest friends will be right here reacting, posting, debating, laughing, bickering, and enjoying every minute of it. See you at 7.