The Boston Celtics had assembled the Big Three to win the NBA Championship.
In 2008 my team won the title behind Paul Pierce, Ray Allen, and Kevin Garnett with help from center Kendrick Perkins and the playmaking sensation Rajon Rondo.
The Celtics met the LA Lakers in 2010 Finals to repeat their success. Kobe subbed Perkins with a knee and Boston lost its inside threat.
Perkins was traded to OK City in 2011 for Jeff Green and Nate Robinson.
This season Rondo fucked up his leg, but the Celts were threatening to take first place in early March, then they ran into the Miami Heat on a long winning streak. The Celts took the game to the upstarts under Lebron James. The Garden was rocking in hopes of a victory. We lost 105-103.
The Celts fell apart, as i the old age truck had opened its doors for Paul Pierce and KG.
The other night at Mullanes I was lambasting # 4 for the Celtics. Jason Terry had disappointed the Boston fans throughout the season. He was no Ray Allen and for some reason I said, “I wish the KKK were still around to lynch Jason Terry.”
The entire bar, black and white, heard my statement.
No one said anything, but I knew in their hearts that I had become a cracker motherfucker.
Somehow I had dove into my soul to come up with a racist statement.
I apologized and readied myself for a well-deserved beating.
No one did nothing.
Mullanes was a cool bar.
No one does anything bad there.
Except for me.
Mea Culpa.
I hate being a cracker.