Go Celtics. I don't know how other cities do it, but North Station in Boston is connected to the Garden, which means that on days like these, the place has an interesting mix of weary commuters in our proper jackets and shoes, and rowdy sports fans clapping and whooping through the corridors. Most days, I find them obnoxious, but tonight, I'm just excited for the Celts.
Mini Chief, who's not quite mini, is from Germany. And though he speaks excellent English and has produced 6 American children, he is still thoroughly German, especially when it comes to sports.
Mini Chief, on his growing son: He'll be perfect for football. He's going to be tall, and big, too. It's too bad he can never play American football because I can't explain it to him.
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