Being a Fan

8:30 pm
Watching the Celtics play Cleveland in game seven and a chance to go to the finals. We bought wine, but no chips or pretzels or dips and veggies.

My fingers are crossed. I’m requesting divine help even though I know that someone watching the game in Cleveland is down on their knees.

Journalists are writing their stories. Headlines, formulated this afternoon, are ready for either win.
I’ll post this now and spend the rest of my time rubbing my good luck talisman.

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11:40 pm

It is now later—I ate cereal as an accompaniment to a glass of wine.
I hooted and hollered when they scored.
Sent scorched earth looks toward the other team.
Recognized that I needed to accept the reality—
Am open to saying they gave us a wonderful, unexpected, and fairytale season, but...
Next year I’ll buy the accouterments to the wine—