Welcome to the gates of literary hell

The NBA Finals are well underway. The Celtics (ugh) are up 3-1 in the series.  The Lakers have shown a lack of focus, effort, resolve and toughness.  I've been a Lakers fan since the late 90's.  They've won three championships since I've been a fan so I won't die if they don't win this year.  I'm only dreading them losing because I live near Boston and the resulting celebration would be unavoidable.  Radio, tv, newspaper, magazines basically every form of media will remind me that the Celtics are back. Dynasty, championship number 17 blah blah blah.  I'm sure the Dropkick Murphys will play an obnoxious concert for an obnoxious audience of young men in scally caps, wearing clever "Fuck me I'm Irish" T-shirts.  These class acts will be hollering along to the songs because when listening to a Dropkick Murphys song you can either holler along or plug your ears.  I prefer the latter.  I hate that Boston acts like the Dropkick Murphys are such a great band.  There are other bands Boston.  Its ok to like those other bands I swear.  Boston jocks the Dropkicks like Liverpool jocks the Beatles.  I guess the main glaring difference is that the Beatles were good.