Memorias en verde

A bunch of ghost-ridden urban legends crafted the perfect robot portrait of a beloved and hated institution since 1957, when the Celtics started winning. The mystique began to die the day Larry Bird retired, died with the closure of the Boston Garden and stopped beating when Arnold Auerbach died, although with Paul Pierce there was an attempt at resurrection. No one hates the Celtics anymore, immersed in the modern NBA. Now, above all else, we miss the devilish cigar of victory.