I am a Celtic.

Todd got me tickets to the Celtics for my birthday this year.  We went on our first Date Night of 2012, and after the game, after continually nudging Todd to point out things like KG tying up his shorts and head butting the basket's padded base, Doc Rivers strolling in, and Rondo and Ray Ray in suits on the bench; after yanking Todd to a standing position when I realized that you could kind of see him on the Jumbotron behind the people dancing in front of us; after all of that, I proudly wore my super sweet Celtics winter hat with my new favorite coat and posed, unashamedly, with several oversized posters.

 Here I am pretending that Kevin Garnett is my boyfriend.  Obviously.  We're holding hands, and after he finishes shooting around with the guys, we'll probably grab a bite to eat.

 Here I am smiling giddily next to my Hero of Work Ethic, Ray Allen.  (I'm really laughing because passers-by asked Todd if he wanted to get in the picture with me, and his refusal was the verbal equivalent of an exaggerated eye roll at my expense.)

 Here I am being just as DON'T YOU EVEN START WITH ME as Paul Pierce.

And then, just a couple of months later, I went to my second Celtics game of the season thanks to my sisters.  And I brought two other sisters I happen to know, Liz and Kate.  Of course, it was fantastic.  I was lucky to be in the Garden watching the Celtics this year, and I got to yell, "For THREEEEEEEE!" a lot.  

Thanks for my birthday treats, everyone.