Published June 2, 2010
The Celtics and I have been pushed together by a blend of fate and circumstance.
In 2007, I moved to Boston from Montreal, where there is one cardinal rule: Hockey Trumps All. Canadiens playoffs have rescheduled my grandmother’s birthday celebration, cut short religious holidays in time for us to catch the game and given me valuable experience being part of a mob of dealing with sports-crazed rioters.
As I quickly found out, Boston is much more diverse in its sporting interests than in my hometown. And though I will never, ever root for the Bruins (sorry), I’ve become what I like to think is a pretty reliable member of the Celtics and Red Sox Nations. As I drove over the Storrow Bridge for the first time in August 2007, there was a towering green-and-white logo letting me know exactly whose city this was.

Game 2 of the 2008 NBA Finals between the Boston Celtics and Los Angeles Lakers. (Adam Pieniazek/Flickr)