Yes, friends, it is a sad day in Celtics land. (It's a sad day in Grizzlies land too, but nobody cares about the Grizzlies.) All the hopes and dreams of Bill Simmons — who should have plenty to write about over the next five years — and those Golden Tee-playing Boston fans went up in a poof of lottery smoke. It's almost as if it wasn't worth, you know, purposely losing so many games.
As the Celtics try to figure out what the heck they're gonna do next, their fans do what they can to come to terms with their loss.
Waking up this morning, I don't feel any better. I feel a little sick in my stomach. I'm sure Celtics fans all across the world feel the same. The funny thing is that yesterday I was so very excited. It was like I was 10 again and it was Christmas morning. I was giddy. It hadn't even occurred to me that this could really go this wrong. I mean, logically, sure, I knew we could miss out on 1 or 2. But that's not what my heart said. My heart believed. I was completely sold. We weren't just going to get a top 2 pick, we were going to get Oden at number 1. It was going to happen. The first hint was the Bucks at 6. "That doesn't seem right." My head said. "Shut up, you're overthinking this" my heart said. Then he pulled out the Celtics logo and my heart stopped. Dumbstruck I couldn't even react. Out of nowhere, my dreams were shot, Christmas was cancelled, and my team was doomed to another 10 years of failure.
I thought about it a lot last night and this morning and I've had time to ponder the implications. You'd think that after that I would have a better perspective. Sorry. I don't. I'm still depressed.
We understand. Greg Oden is not walking through that door. Kevin Durant is not walking through that door. If you're lucky, a tall Chinese man will. Maybe.