I Wasn't Dissing Danny Ainge

Matty showed up the other day.

"Did you see it?"

"Garnett? Yeah, I saw it."

"Now you've gotta rethink your stance on Ainge."

"I gotta? It's not like you were his biggest fan."

"I wasn't sporting the fire Ainge 3:16 signs."

"Yeah, but you dug the idea."

It was a dumb argument. We were all stoked the Celtics were finally relevant again. It'd been years since Boston had a basketball franchise. Now we just needed a professional hockey team.

Fire Millen 3:16

Matt Millen has had trouble since he took over running the Detroit Lions. The fans in Detroit have had enough, and they want him out. Mads, my Norwegian companion, and I were at an Arena Football game, and the guy next to us was holding up a sign that read "Fire Millen 3:16". I've never seen anything like it.

"You know," Mads said. "We could start one of those campaigns for Danny Ainge."

"Fire Ainge 3:16? It's sassy, it's brassy, a real musical humdinger. I like it, make it shorter, I'll buy it."

So when we got back to Boston, we made up a sign and stood in Harvard square. Tommy Heinsohn walked up to us. He had one single tear drop from his eye. Mads and I felt bad, so we tore up the sign and went home.