For the Boston Celtics, the 2009-10 season has felt like a cross-country road trip. It started off with nothing less than sheer excitement and energy, as if everyone maintained a constant inner monologue: No one can stop us. This is the ride of our lives! [keep reading]

In a little over two months, I will be 26 years old. I’m not quite sure where the time went, but lately I find myself often thinking about my life and how it has always been connected to the world of sports.
Over the past 25 years, I went from hitting a ball off a tee, to actually being half-way decent at baseball, to now – getting winded legging out a double in a softball league that meets once a week.

For most professional sports fans, selecting the perfect jersey to represent an undying faith in both player and franchise is way more than just a “big deal.”
You can spend 100 bucks on your favorite players jersey and by the following week. “your player” can break their neck, or even worse: get shuffled to a different franchise by means of a trade – out your life forever.