Many years from now, when I have no teeth and drink Ensure by the gallon, I will speak glowingly of the night Paul Pierce passed Larry Bird on the Boston Celtics scoring lost. By then I will likely forget his points came against the Charlotte Bobcats. I will forget Sasha Pavlovic ever existed. I will even forget the names of my closest acquaintances.
But I hope to never forget the love that flowed from fans’ mouths and made its way down to the parquet floor to meet a smiling, mature Paul Pierce, the second most prolific scorer (and counting) in the history of basketball’s most successful franchise.
Plenty more coming later.