I've been composing a piece of snail mail this a.m., a piece of snail mail addressed to Boston, a piece of snail mail that displays the general warmheartedness of us folk here in the Hoosier state.
You know the Boston Celtics? Legendary NBA franchise? Currently bound (inexorably, apparently) for the Eastern Conference finals after taking a three-games-to-none lead in the best-of-seven with Philadelphia?
Well, maybe you did or didn't see Game 3 the other night, when the Celtics won in overtime. Won on a layup by Al Horford off a play that was drawn up head coach Brad Stevens. Got it to overtime on a layup by Jalen Brown off a play that was drawn up by Stevens. Headed for the conference finals (presumably) even though Kyrie Irving is in street clothes, and Gordon Hayward is in street clothes, and Brown has been slowed by a foot injury.
Lots of people, including the Celtics players themselves, think they're where they are largely because of Brad Stevens. Horford and Brown even broke out the g-word in describing him the other day, as in "genius."
Anyway ... Brad Stevens, of course, is from Indiana. And remember that other guy who once led the Celtics to glory, one of the two greatest players in franchise history, oh, what was his name ...
Larry Bird. Yeah. That guy.
He, of course, is from Indiana, too.
And so the aforementioned piece of snail mail, which is brief and to the point.
Dear Boston:
You're welcome.
Yours in basketball,
Indiana.
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