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I'm not sure I can handle seeing Ray Allen, Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett -- three of the NBA's most likable players -- hoist the Larry O'Brien trophy.
Not that there's anything wrong with those three guys, but old dislikes die hard. I came of age in my NBA fandom in the 1980s. Being from Detroit, you already know what that era means to me. I've seen too many replays of Robert Parish's 1-2 combination on Bill Laimbeer; seen Kevin McHale go Plastic Man on the Pistons in the post too many times; witnessed too many of Danny Ainge's whiny expressions; and heard too much of "Bird steals the pass!" to ever be completely comfortable with the idea of the Boston Celtics winning an NBA title.
No question, the Celtics deserve to win this series. They've been the best team all season. They've outplayed the Lakers. They've smothered Kobe Bryant. They practically have Pau Gasol in the fetal position sucking his thumb.
In fact, I hope the Celtics close this series out in Game 5. Because when they do, I'll be on a plane, loaded up with red wine and trail mix, making my way to ESPN's headquarters in Bristol, Conn.
In December I wrote the Celtics' resurgence was a good thing because it rekindled my passion for the NBA. There's nothing like an old-fashioned rivalry to make you appreciate a sport.
Now I wish the Celtics had gone 0-82. I think I'm kidding.
Equally appalling is that some of my friends -- people I consider hardcore Detroiters -- have actually been rooting for the Celtics in the Finals. That's just gross. If you're from Detroit, and you're at peace with the idea of the Celtics winning another NBA title, immediately hurl yourself off the Ambassador Bridge.
Rooting for the Celtics is like supporting inflation, unemployment and locusts. It's like praying for Eva Mendes to get married and for Brad Pitt to be disfigured.
It's like wishing dollar bills and free time for Pacman Jones. It's like hoping the pit bull doesn't take Michael Vick's pinky as a memento. It's like wanting Ron Artest's raps on repeat. It's like coveting fungus.
I realize most people don't consider the Boston-Detroit rivalry the same as Yankees-Red Sox, but besides the Colorado Avalanche, no team was hated in Detroit more than the Celtics. There was a certain amount of begrudging appreciation for the Lakers because Magic is from Michigan and won an NCAA championship at Michigan State.
But the Celtics? If you showed any appreciation for them anytime in the '80s in Detroit, you risked being Jimmy Hoffa'ed.
Admittedly, to some degree it was about race. Detroit is 80 percent African-American, and as my colleague J.A. Adande stated in a fantastic piece on the Celtics earlier this season, the mostly white Celtics teams of the past had a tough time being accepted by black audiences. Boston was viewed by African-Americans as a racially intolerant city. Boston was the home of the infamous Charles Stuart case -- in which a white man murdered his pregnant wife and blamed it on a black suspect who didn't exist.
Those feelings toward the city and the Celtics have subsided, in large part because our own racial attitudes have progressed.
But this isn't about race. This is rivalry. This is tradition. Considering Detroit is America's favorite impoverished punch line, it probably hurts every Detroiter just a little to see Boston succeed.
The Pistons have lived a charmed existence in this decade and haven't had to worry about a serious challenge from their most hated rival. That is, until now.
If the Celtics win this title, there is a sense that this isn't a punctuation mark to the careers of Pierce, Garnett and Allen, but the beginning of an era of anguish for Detroiters. It's an anguish, I'm finding, that never truly goes away.
Jemele Hill can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.