I made it back from Boston relatively unscathed, with any ailments brought not by Celtics fans, but by Sam Adams (who would probably be a Celtics fan if basketball existed in the late 18th century). Both myself and my Celtic loyalist friend were sad to see Giannis ruled out while we sat across the street from TD Garden with Sam, but it was a good time and there was little trash-talking, with the Celtics fans around me acknowledging the result would have been different had Giannis played. After I gestured at my ring finger when one young Bostonian—who surely wasn’t alive when Larry Bird won his last title—asked me how many banners the Bucks had hung, I simply said “what have you done for me lately?