I wrote a comment saying that it was magical and that it was as if the ghost of Red Auerbach had swooshed in and placed that awkward foul shot that really put the game to rest in the basket at the end of the fourth quarter.
My comment:
At the end, with that last, seemingly impossible, yet nail-in-coffin foul shot of PIerce’s that went in, I said, “It is as if the ghost of Red Auerbach just swooshed through the new Garden and placed the thing in the basket.”
How beautiful was that? And, even though you’re not a Red Sox fan, how beautiful was that no hitter tonight? It’s a magical time to be a Boston sports fan, I tell yah. There’s something in there. Maybe it’s because I moved back from Maine.
Yes, that’s it! It’s all one, giant, years long celebration of my reluctant return to MA. Trying to entice me to stay a little longer and whatnot.
Enh, probably not. But anyway…
Then I went to You Tube to find a highlight of the shot. If you go to 1:54 of this clip, you'll see it:
Then you'll hear that, while I was in my living room in a section of Boston, Paul Pierce was in the Garden-- thinking the same exact thing!!!
Isn't that amazing?
No, not really. I know.
But, still, it's cool that after that foul shot went in I thought of Red and so did Pierce. It shows I'm a sensitive fan, even if I am an fairweather one.
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