Note: I don’t know how this post morphed into something entirely different, but it started out as a plea for you to buy your Celtics tickets from me. The widget you see above and on the right side of every page will sell the cheapest Celtics tickets available to every game. I’d like it if you bought tickets from me because then I’ll get paid, and my pockets will become fuller. I haven’t received much at all from the blog monetarily, so it’d be nice to start becoming filthy rich and begin my process of buying an island somewhere with light blue ocean water and waves, big ones that crash over me and I can body surf into the silky sand.

Maybe that’s why this post morphed into something entirely different. I started thinking about how I haven’t earned much from this blog, and that led me to think about everything that’s happened because of this blog–every job I’ve ever had, dozens of trips to the TD Garden as a credentialed media member, experience covering the Patriots during the playoffs at Gillette Stadium, and more importantly than all that, dozens and maybe even hundreds of new friends.

When I first started this blog in 2009 (was it really that long ago?), all I wanted was to keep my ‘B’ in internet studies from turning into a ‘C.’ The fact that I was even in a class called “internet studies” in the first place speaks to my complete disdain for school or anything to do with it. But now, three years later (or four years, or however many years it has been since–I don’t know because I didn’t keep the date of my first post, which was published on a website that has since been banished to internet heaven), I feel like I know a bunch of you guys.

I participate daily in an email chain of six close friends, all of whom I met through the internet. I know that James and Paul have drastically differing opinions about the Kendrick Perkins trade, which they (finally and thankfully) stopped discussing approximately a year after the deal. I met Ty Ray, my co-host for our King of the Court podcast, when he emailed me following a post I wrote. I am starting to become friendly with Tom Westerholm, Jordan Higgs and Jesse Doran, Celtics Town’s talented interns who have so much drive, dedication and writing skill–I know they’re all headed for big things, and I’m just proud to say they wanted to write here, with me.

I look forward to hearing your guys’ thoughts, reading your comments, interacting with you on Twitter, becoming friendly with you. I feel a part of a community–not just the Celtics Town community, but among all the Celtics blogs. We share a love for the Celtics, and it’s allowed us to bond. I feel like you guys are my friends, even if I don’t have the slightest idea what you look like. One of my Twitter friends, @PakkAttackk, teased me on Twitter today and I burst out laughing in my cubicle at work. I don’t even know @PakkAttackk’s real name, but I know who he is and he brings joy to my life.

I’ve been wanting to thank you guys like this for awhile, since Tim Allen passed away. He was a Timberwolves blogger who took his own life after a debilitating fit of depression. He probably never knew just how much his readers cared about him and looked forward to his work. He probably never knew how often his jokes brightened somebody else’s day, how often his insight allowed one of his reader’s to feel more knowledgeable about the Timberwolves, how many friends he had won that he didn’t even know about. Read the comments section on this post announcing his death. So much love.

I’m not conceited enough to believe anyone feels the same way about me, but that’s how I feel about you guys. You brighten my day. Your tweets, your comments, your emails–even when you criticize me, I don’t mind because you’re reading, and in a way that means you care what I think, and I care what you guys think too, even when I believe you’re wrong and want to fight you with brass knuckles.

I didn’t mean to get too emotional, and I’m not even sure how this post became this post. I meant to announce that we’re selling tickets and I’d love for you to buy your Celtics tickets from me, because then I’ll become a little more wealthy and maybe one day be able to move out of my parents’ house.

So please buy tickets from me. That’d be awesome.