Norman Chad and I once worked in desks within close proximity of each other as part-timers at the Washington Post. Chad went to his gig, I'm writing here. He writes of the Celtics: "I am still scarred from a childhood of watching the Celtics get call after call and win title after title; the only benefit was that it prepared me for an adulthood of watching Duke games. For years, any deciding game of a Celtics playoff series was virtually scripted. They felt like Harlem Globetrotters-Washington Generals games, minus the bucket of confetti. Auerbach didn't pay off the referees, he simply had them 'relocated' if they didn't comply." Chad goes right down the Celtics roster, and even states why he doesn't like Eddie House (his socks) and Kendrick Perkins (apparently just because).
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i've enjoyed watching the celtics play this year. big baby, kendrick perkins and rondo bust ass and make big plays. if garnett and pierce weren't on the team i could have become a temporary fan of the celtics (when not playing the cavs of course).
Hey, I didn't know you were employed by the Washington Post. Wouldn't it have made more sense to stick around for something better there?
Chad is a pathological career vagabond, I first read him when he was hired by The National as their direct competitor to Rudy Martzke. The sole reason Chad didn't eventually quit or get fired over there was because the paper went kaput and folded. He's had about a billion jobs since then. The only thing more scatterered than his resume are the cookie crumbs in his mustache.
But wasting away at the Akron Beacon Journal, circulation 100? Come on, man. Now I'm gravely disappointed in you. My dad always told me to never take the easy way out. Eventually it could have been the McManamon Report on ESPN. Hard-hitting investigative journalism. You and Bob Ley exposing Travis Hafner's shriveled package and back acne during his glory years, or something.