So a few weeks ago, Converse got the two ESPN Truehoop affiliates, CelticsHub.com and LakersNation.com to have a contest...a war of words between the two fanbases. The prizes were 5 pairs of the Converse Weapon Evo that Jeff recently reviewed.
I won one! (So did FLCeltsFan btw...). My rant, pasted below, won primarily because its unique...I'm from Bangladesh of all places, and got hooked on the C's in 2002-2003 when I came to Worcester, MA(and to top it off, my brother is a Lakers Lover)...
Anyhow, long and short of it, I just got the shoes, and I'm also going to my first ever(!) Celtics home game on Nov 1st against the Hornets.
I wouldnt dream of using these nice shoes for actual basketball...my Starburies do well enough for pick up courts here in NYC. However, I did want to take the shoes to the game and see I could get someone to sign it (or anything)...
So I've made up my mind to write emails and snail mail letters to anyone and everyone...Danny, PR, Marketing, Celtics.com, Paul Pierce's fan mail...everyone. I've read plenty of fan stories where writing has lead to access after a game or during halftime, so I might as well give it a shot!
My request for help is if anyone here on the boards or the lucky few with press credentials have any info or advice?
Do you know the best place to address these letters? Danny’s mailbox, the PR/Marketing guy, and/or Paul Pierce’s fan mail? I feel fairly confident I can write a compelling story and reason why, and its worth a shot…I’ve read plenty of fan stories about how simply writing to team management has gotten them access…so I’m going to throw my hat in the ring as well.
Here's the award winning rant btw - written in 10 minutes at work while looking over my back for the boss!
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NewYorkCeltics says:
September 9, 2009 (3 weeks ago) at 12:59 pm
My brother and I hail from Bangladesh, a wee tick of nation near India where ‘basketball’ is about as popular as cricket is in Texas. We are as thick as thieves, but on one vital point, we are arch-nemesis. He swears by the purple & gold, the glitzy Showtime and I am a staunch warrior of Celtics Pride.
I came to the U.S. in 2002, straight to the heart of the lovely post-industrial shamble of a city called “Woostah, Mass”, affectionately reviewed by a student in my college guide as “the fart of the commonwealth”. I also walked straight into the heart of the Jimmy O’Brien’s patented Antoine Walker/Paul Pierce Bombs Away Celtics.
Fresh off the heroic 4th quarter playoff comeback against the Nets, my freshmen year classmates would regale me about the awesomeness I was about to witness. And that I did, becoming a fan of that maddeningly frustrating squad of misfits and vagabonds, your hard-working lunch bucket Eric Williams & Tony Batties, your Kedrick Browns and J.R Bremers, Antoine in his most polarizing prime, and the constant, constant barrage of 3 pointers hoisted up in vain.
When I visited my brother in New York (a Yankee fan too, no less), who had come here quite a few years before me, he was aghast at my choice of team and their then putrid play. The Lakers were his bandwagon, fresh off a three peat and soon to add the loathed Karl Malone and Gary Payton as well in a bid to ‘buy a championship’. The Celtics circa 2003-2005 were indeed a painful team to watch, in style and substance. But therein formed my bond with this team (that and many, many nights of drinking with the mates and cursing at the TV). They may be ugly, they may have been frustrating but they were mine, they were ours. I was given crash courses in Celtics history, and soon the Green Team was eating up a significant chunk of my life – no baseball, no football, just Celtics. I invested myself in Dannys rebuilding, and choked through the lean years, from morbid anger when the arch-villain Kobe – KOBE! – was cheered at the beloved Boston (Insert Garden Name Here), to sweet sorrow when knowing Al Jefferson, the greatest post player since Kevin McHale according to us kool-aid drinkers, would soon be gone.
Fast-forward to Game 4, 2008 Finals, at my brother’s apartment. After years of abuse and mockery at his hand, would come the slow, sweet and everlasting revenge on the back of my hero Paul Pierce and his supporting cast. Never has victory felt that good, and after that comeback I could see from my brothers sagging shoulders in his Bryant jersey, ironically mimicking his idols exact pose, that the Lakers were defeated and the Celtics sun had risen. He conceded then, as did his team and the rest was glorious history.
In 2010, the two titans will meet again, and this time around both my brother and I will watch on equal terms, as champions
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Thanks to anyone who read this far, and to anyone who helps, gratitude simply won't be enough...maybe a cut of the eBay proceeds?
JUST KIDDING!
Topic: Some help for a lucky fan? (Read 1662 times)