A city that loves its sports teams. A city that loves itself.
But, also a city stigmatized for generations by the perception that it is not Negro friendly. Which, for any large urban environment in the 21st century is certainly out of the ordinary.
Rich in basketball tradition, the Boston Celtics built a dynasty through the leadership of a short, bald white coach riding the back of a tall, athletic Negro center. A thoroughbred doing most of the work. A little jockey getting all the credit.
The next Boston Celtic run was led by a brilliant Negro coach. He used his brilliant strategies, basketball knowledge and motivation techniques to somehow coax greatness out of some tall, gangly white fellows with little athleticism and even less tenacity. His run, turning these players into recognizable talents, was perhaps the greatest coaching job in NBA history.
And now, Boston makes another run. With a ten man rotation made entirely of Original cagers. And a tactical field general of the Zulu Nation calling the shots. Certainly, this is not what your average Bostonian has in mind when he envisions the Celtics.
Nonetheless, without the advantage of having the best player on the court. Without the benefit of having a tall, ambiguously Euro-femme Caucazoid to appease the 'fans'. The Celtics' general has outmaneuvered the Lakers' egocentric coach.
As the series returns to Boston with the Celts leading 3-2, victory on the court seems all but asured. But these Celtics have banded together to try for another victory.
A victory over the stigmatism of representing Boston fans, while being a Negro.
Certainly, it can't be easy night after night to take the court in the Garden. Knowing that while the fans cheer for your Green uniform, they detest your Negro skin. That while they stand and applaud your baskets. They loath your speech and values. That while the front of your jersey reads Boston, they'd prefer you lived elsewhere.
It's a two bladed razor upon which these valorous Celtics walk.
Not only must the players somehow fight on knowing the fans love the Celtics, but hate Negroes...they must also somehow justify representing the Celtics' fans to the Negro community.
No amount of money could ever alleviate the pain that these players must endure. Branded by the sinister 'shamrock', these men are paraded like animals night after night in front of the Boston fans. And then shipped off for trips, forced to fight for the honor of Boston elsewhere.
Clearly, it is love for each other and love for the game which spurs this Boston team to great heights. Bonded together by the on-court combat. Listening to the coach during time outs as he highlights the battle plan. And seeing the two pale roster quotas in suits at the end of the bench. No, money could never spark the fire required to light this flame.
Pride. Unity. And righteousness. Those are what this is about. The opportunity to win a championship. To hoist a trophy.
And to set themselves free from the oppression enacted upon them by the ghosts of Red Auerbach and the Boston sports fans.
So, Boston fans, remember this:
When the Celtics win the championship, they will have beaten you. The franchise will claim that this is the 17th title in their history. But that is wrong.
This is not Boston's title.
This, much like Obama's victory over Hillary, is one step closer to equality and absolute freedom for Negro America.
This title is Negro America's first.
This title is symbolic of the change being brought by Obama.
This title is the emancipation of the Negro athlete from the shackled existence provided by the apartheid like environment of Boston.
And, the MVP of this championship is the inevitable president, Barack Obama.
His victory over the political machinations of White America supplied the impetus for this Celtic victory over the White Boston Sports Fan.
Every cheer for the Celtics, is a vote for Obama!