The last 24 hours was a perfect example of how this season has turned me into an emotional teenage girl.
Quite frankly, I don't know what to feel anymore.
Our newly anointed Captain was having his best game back by far and showing glimpses of his all-star self in a tune of a 19 points, 10 assists, 6 rebounds, and 3 steals performance that led to a victory over the 2nd worst team, the Orlando Magic. The game got tight and every positive play the Celtics made, I cheered. Seems simple enough, right?
Just yesterday, I watched the Duke and Kansas games and watched promising teenagers named Jabbari Parker, Andrew Wiggins, and Joel Embiid who may or may not be wearing Celtic green next season. I know in my head that every Celtic loss puts us in that much better of a position to draft a possible cornerstone this summer.
Simply put, I check the scoreboard and don't know how to feel. I love my Celtics and want them to win every game they lace up their sneakers. I also know that a top pick would be a great piece to begin this rebuild.
I'm tired of cheering and crying at the same time. I want to win. I want to lose.
I want to know what the hell I'm rooting for.