The Celtics are back in my life

4 years old. A carnival. Or a fair. Is there a difference?
That part’s shady. What happened next isn’t.
Dad takes the ball. Eyes the basket. Release. Rotation. Splash.
Repeat.
Two buckets equals your choice. His choice. Not mine.
I wanted the Philadelphia 76ers pennant. I could already see it on my wall. Red, white and blue. I’m 4. All [...]