The Celtics were eliminated from the playoffs a month ago, but after ninety-one games this season, I can still see them. Like how an image burns into those old cathode ray tube TV’s when you turn them off, I’m still thinking about Boston even though they lost two rounds ago.
It’s bittersweet watching The Finals. I know the Celtics--these Celtics--could have beat this version of the Warriors. But alas, it didn’t happen and yet, I see ghosts. Squint your eyes just enough and you start to recognize the specters from a forgotten season.