Guest Post by Beth the Bassist
So, this year my football team has won (twice) and the Red Sox won for the first time since my grandmother was younger than I was…and yet I’m missing one thing. No, not the Celtics. I’m in love with a new sport: College Basketball.
Growing up, I was a Celtics fan…more so than any other sport. Larry Bird is still my hero. I was five when the Celtics won the championship in ‘86. I don’t remember the Sox losing, but I remember the Celts winning. Then Larry Bird retired, Reggie Lewis died, they tore down the Garden, and Michael Jordan ruined the game (yes, that’s right, ruined). I thought the only joy out of basketball I’d ever again would be through the youth league in my town.
Then I fell in love with a boy from Kansas. I taught him to love the Celtics and he taught me to love the Kansas University Jayhawks. The year we met, the Jayhawks made it to final game. And I was hooked. Now, two years later, I still love the same boy and the same team.
Today they moved up a spot in the rankings to #2, behind the Annoying Illini. They just played a double-overtime-close-the-whole-way-knuckle-biter. And lost. To #25 Texas Tech. And I’m depressed. But there’s still the most exciting month of non-baseball sports action to come, March Madness.
In conclusion, right now my heart is fluttering and the research I was doing is sitting on the floor as I recover from this game. And my boyfriend is at work, having to rely on my text messages and a well-timed-3.7-second-left phonecall.