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A peculiar paranoia identifies the true New England sports fan. We claim no respect, when in fact, it's simply a front to cover for our teams less than stellar perfomances over the years. There, I said it.
More New England weirdness. You mentioned Red Auerbach. He used to crank up or completely cut the heat in the visiting teams locker to create maximum discomfort. We loved that man.
And speaking of the last great sports "team". In my family, you either worshipped the Celtics or you were related to the milkman. In the era of Bird, lawn mowing duties could be skipped without fearing 'the man'. Years later, as a naive young poly-blend dress shirt wearing agency type, I was assigned to a project with the one, THE ONLY, Bob Cousy. Picture this: Me and my notepad discussing promotional stategies with The Cooz - at his home in Worcester (Wistah). His basement is (or was, he's since sold most of it) a shrine to all things Celtic. When it was time, he stood up, put out his hand and thanked me. I thought I'd died and gone to Boston.
Regards.
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Yes, I share so much with the illiterate steroid laced inner city black millionaires you speak of...