Game Time!

The loud cheers were interrupted by a knock at the door. The door was directly behind me so I couldn't see who entered- but really, I didn't care. I was in heaven. I had my feet up on the seats in front of me, lightly holding my ice cold drink- half in my hand have on my knee. I was staring at 15,000 people.

The room got very quiet all of a sudden, which at TD Garden, home of the World Champion Celtics, was a little weird. When I turned all the way around I was staring at the championship trophy. It's pretty gaudy when you actually see it- just a solid gold statue and a lot smaller than you would think; I feel like there's and Italian guy somewhere that would love to wear it like a chain around his neck. We all took turns taking pictures with it- now, I'm not a Celts fan but you don't have to be to appreciate getting the opportunity to take a picture with it. I imagine it's like girls seeing a famous celebrity and getting a quick pic to remember it. It's funny because you're not allowed to pick up the trophy. It seems like common sense why not- but the quarter size dent on the front of the basketball makes it seem REALLY obvious. Apparently, some wicked shit hammered fans tried reenacting Kevin Garnett lifting the trophy and dropped it. EHHHH, what are you going to do? Faaack 'em.