Defeat
Sonny McLean's
Santa Monica, Calif.
June 2012
Ventured down to sunny Santa Monica for Game 6 of the Celtics- Heat championship series. I love Sonny's-- the brick walls, molded ceilings, dark corners, and mischievous leprechauns remind me of home. The crowd, drabbed in a sea of Celtic green, was definitely pumped for the game. A hint of destiny was in the air. We were all brothers in arms, comrades against the world, huddled together in the cold unforgiving trenches of playoff basketball. We laughed together we cried together. Through rain and shine, through the ups and downs, through the minor victories and the eventual defeat we were one, bound by our dayglo green emotions. And then it was over. As fast as it started. Doneski. There is always next year.
Santa Monica, Calif.
June 2012
Ventured down to sunny Santa Monica for Game 6 of the Celtics- Heat championship series. I love Sonny's-- the brick walls, molded ceilings, dark corners, and mischievous leprechauns remind me of home. The crowd, drabbed in a sea of Celtic green, was definitely pumped for the game. A hint of destiny was in the air. We were all brothers in arms, comrades against the world, huddled together in the cold unforgiving trenches of playoff basketball. We laughed together we cried together. Through rain and shine, through the ups and downs, through the minor victories and the eventual defeat we were one, bound by our dayglo green emotions. And then it was over. As fast as it started. Doneski. There is always next year.
Forlorn Hope.
Dashed.
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