Hey, you, the grade school teacher in St. Louis who reduced a boy to tears when you told him his dream of playing in the NBA was silly: How do you like Jayson Tatum now?
Hey, you, the high school teacher in Georgia who told a boy that you expected to see him locked up one day in the county jail: How do you like Jaylen Brown now?
Hey, you, the high school teacher in Georgia who told a boy that you expected to see him locked up one day in the county jail: How do you like Jaylen Brown now?
Hey, you, the Celtics doubters who nattered on about Tatum and Brown lacking the hearts and souls of champions — and Joe Mazzulla deserving no more respect than last week’s chicken salad. Yes, doubters like you, Globe commenter, who posited in April that “Mazzulla is an incompetent arrogant stubborn coach and will be the reason the Celtics don’t win it this year. He needs to go.”
How do you like the three J’s now?
If vindication were a jump shot, Mike Gorman, the virtuoso voice of the Celtics for 43 years, might bellow his timeless catchphrase on behalf of Mazzulla’s newly minted world titlists: “Got it!”
The elusive Larry O’Brien Trophy, golden and glorious, is back in Boston after 16 years in the NBA wilderness. Why it took so long for a Celtics franchise with greatness in its DNA and rosters chock-full of talent the previous few years to capture the prize is a matter for another day.
Today, the Celtics are on top of the basketball world. Tranquility Base, the Leprechaun has landed. For the kids, that’s one small trampoline bounce for a mascot, one giant moon shot for the shamrocked brothers of the parquet.
Buh-bye, Kyrie. Hello, hardwood paradise.
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