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As most of you know (or *should* know), I hate the Celtics more than anything else in life - even having opera tickets on a game night.
I hate everything about them. I'm not usually kidding around if I say something mean about the Celtics, or Red Auerbach, or thier legion of fans in Central Indiana, or any of those arrogant - ing mother- s. Jay's_Dad@Section222 feels the same way.
So last spring, when we played those heads in the playoffs, Jay's_Daughter@Section222 must've picked up on what I really think of the Celtics, and she went around all summer saying "We don't like the green guys." I thought that was music to my ears.
Fast forward to last night, we were shooting baskets on the little Fisher Price goal in the basement, and I thought it was time to start working on her game face, since the real season starts soon. So I asked her what she thought of the Green Guys? She said, "There are no bad guys."
Jay's_Wife@Section222 seems to think that teaching her good sportsmanship and to respect the opponent is better than instilling my bitterness in her.
Now what should I do?
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Till to the music we grow deaf, to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
And life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you