Plenty more to come later, but just for now I leave you with an excerpt from my game story for the Springfield Republican:
Destiny is a seven-letter word to describe a predetermined state of events that may or may not exist, from which the Boston Celtics spent the past four months running.
They made a habit of altering time — pushing a three-year title window to five, convincing the basketball gods to shave a few years off Kevin Garnett’s 36, begging for the strength to keep winning with three starters at least age 34.
But on Saturday night at AmericanAirlines Arena the clock kept ticking down on their season, maybe an era.
Finally, in a winner-takes-all Game 7 against the Miami Heat, the Celtics fell 101-88, reaching the point where they could not run anymore. …
Destiny finally found the Boston Celtics. They spent the season sprinting and juking, hiding and ducking. But in the second half of their most important game this season, the Celtics just couldn’t find enough.
I haven’t decided yet whether this is my favorite or second-favorite Celtics team ever. I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’m proud of these guys, even though they squandered a chance in Game 6 and couldn’t muster the energy to finish Game 7. Proud enough that just before typing this post, I unleashed a string of “Let’s go Celtics” chants by myself in my room.
I don’t know what’s coming next. Nobody does. But for now, I salute a team that didn’t have an ounce of quit.