The Boston Celtics’ “expectations” used to be simple: win a championship. So now what the hell do we do?
Until the moment the Celtics donned their championship hats, the goal of this team was to win it all. There was an aura of necessity, of impending doom and an understanding that the Celtics not raising would feel like dropping a 45-pound kettlebell directly on your pinkie toe.
But now our pinkie toes are safe, and — at least for a while — nobody seems to be pointing any weapons of mass destruction at any of our extremities.