On Getting Older...
Today is Larry Bird's 50th birthday, which, along with realizing that there are players in the NBA that were born in 1987, makes me feel kind of old. My dad used to carry me in (as in, he only had one ticket so he would carry me in his arms and the ticket-takers would let the two of us in with one ticket. We did that until I was about 7 or 8, by the way) to the old Boston Garden and we'd watch Bird, McHale, the Chief, DJ, Ainge, Bill Walton, hell even Jerry Sichting, kick some ass. There's a good column by Bob Ryan in today's Globe that captures the essence of Bird down to a T (or C as the case may be).
Larry, happy birthday!
Comments
Cool clip. Brings back a lot of memories. If the Celtics could have Larry just for the final minute they would be well over .500 instead of the pathetic 5-12. Just a fantasy.
Posted by: You know who | December 7, 2006 09:56 PM
"Larry Bird isn’t walking back through that door" -- Rick Pitino.
The Celtics' problems run a lot deeper than the final minute unfortunately.
Posted by: MrShafrir | December 8, 2006 11:38 AM