The Celtics game 5 loss sheathes like a sword reminding us of our own mortality.
Eighty-two games and more, ninety one lounges on couches, bar chants, and heart drops; the season skids and, suddenly, vaporizes. We are all dying.
Each day makes us stronger, but sometimes all it takes is a dislocated elbow to remind us, we are also getting older. Through the long evolution of a team hoping, fighting, believing, playing for a death so full of pride and glory that we might for an instant believe ourselves immortal, and one, we must finally admit, we're not. No one is, and this one surely hurts.
Goodbye Celtics, see you next year.
