I'll take my shot.
It wasn't a game. It wasn't a series. It was a season. 1986.
It was also moments. Like when Bird pulled Parrish away from a fight so he could get a punch in. Like when McHale could set a record for most points in a game by a Celtic and Bird could top it a week later.
It's Doctor J having a game against us like he'd never play against anyone else. Same with those murderious early '80s Bucks or late '80s Pistons.
It's the fans too. Wasn't it Barkley who called Boston fans the most knowledgeable? We know our heroes. We celebrate our heroes. But we have generation after generation had the nobility to recognize the heroes of our adversaries and their good qualities.
It's the teams, and its the players, and its the fans. We are fortunate to be the best fans of the best franchise. Thank God I am a Boston Celtics fan.
Amen to that. After watching an NBA 1978 season highlights film i started reading Russell's bio and History of the Celtics (boy, great reading that is), and trying to get my hands on year-old issues of SI, which were only sold in 1 shop in Amsterdam, life as a Celtics fan always been hard over here. In the 80'smost my teammates where Doctor J. or Magic adepts, kidding me around for wearing a Bird T. The championships made up for all that. Hate to never have been able to watch Bird live in the Garden or on TV.
The hubbub at the start of this season got me all excited again, following every result closely, building up hope, and now we're here, the Finals arena:
"In the greeeeeen corner, weighing 1095 pounds, the 1986 NBA Champions....BOSTON CELTICS".
How sweet it is for Paul Pierce.