I regret to inform you that my brother and I have decided to take our talents to a South Carolina beach for the next week. I would tell you where, but I know a few of you sickos would probably hunt me down and light me on fire because I’m not completely hyped about Avery Bradley. Anyway, don’t worry too much. Even though the beach house we rented doesn’t have internet (two things: 1) blame my mother, and 2) what is this, the 1940s?) we’re still obviously going to be writing posts.
I’ll be making my way to the public library at the crack of dawn every day to write posts. Because I may not be the smartest blogger, or the funniest, and I’m probably not the best writer, but I dare you to find a Celtics blogger on planet earth who’s harder working. Going to the beach can’t stop me and a beach house with no internet connection can’t stop me. Not even my mother’s pleas to stop writing and spend some time with my family can stop me. Bruce Bowen and his never-ending assault of forearm shivers couldn’t even stop me. (But a long drive CAN stop me, which is why we won’t have too many posts tomorrow.)
Just don’t be alarmed if we don’t have breaking news posted right away. I’ll still be reacting to everything that happens in the Celtics world, I just might not have access to a computer when breaking news happens. (Again, what kind of house in this day and age doesn’t have internet connection of any sort? Not even dial-up. I’m kind of worried it’s going to be a run-down shanty.) Anyway, thanks for caring that we won’t be reacting to some news in a timely fashion. You know, if you do care.