The crowd was going wild; high-fives abounding, drinks clinking and clanking high and low. It was the closing seconds of Game 3 of the NBA Finals, and the Boston Celtics had defeated the Golden State Warriors, 116-100. In an instant, the soundtrack at the bar — in San Francisco, of all places — drowned out the patrons. First, a banjo blared. Then came the accordion. The powerful thuds from the drums arrived.
Oh God. Oh no. It was Dropkick Murphys time.
It’s safe to say the Celtics fans at Connecticut Yankee, a Boston sports bar nestled in the San Francisco neighborhood of Potrero Hill, collectively lost their s—t at “I’m Shipping Up to Boston.