The Celtics, My Father, and Me - The Ringer
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This NBA postseason has been overshadowed by real life, but even in the worst of times, basketball can be a comfort
NBANBA This NBA postseason has been overshadowed by real life, but even in the worst of times, basketball can be a comfort Ringer illustration Watching the Boston Celtics with my dad is one of my favorite pastimes. Last month, we attended the Celtics-Spurs game at TD Garden and sat closer to the floor than we ever had before. We reminisced all night during what could be our last live game together. My dad’s been bringing me to games since I was 10 years old, and we’ve enjoyed it all. The high fives and the hugs. The shouting and the screaming. The nosebleed seats. The mission to find a…
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