I woke up Thursday and I felt good.
Disappointed? Sure. I had watched that epic Game 2 as a fan, just as you did. There was none of that phony-baloney I’m-a-writer-and-I-just-root for-the-story pomposity. I wanted the Celtics to win, and not solely because it would have made the Eastern Conference finals a real series. Who doesn’t know that 1-1 coming back home is a whole lot better than being 0-2?