by Adam Fleischer
Growing up, whenever I was at a Celtics game at the TD Banknorth Garden or the Fleet Center or whatever it was corporately named at the given moment, I would rush down to Se
ction 20 with about a minute left. I say down because this was, almost without fail, closer than where I was sitting. Whatever friends I was with and I would get to the section, situated perfectly above the tunnel leading to the locker rooms, and shout out the names of players as they walked by-hoping for some level of returned acknowledgment.
On good days, I’d tell New Jersey Net Brian Scalabrine that I didn’t like him (maybe in different terms than that). On great days, I’d catch a towel or a Rodney Rodgers armband (hope the recovery...
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