June 18 - The Other Boxes

Purple and yellow confetti rained down from the rafters and the Beautiful People of LA cheered their heroes. A game 7 victory, a 16th title. Kobe raised the Larry O'Brien Trophy triumphantly, and his teammates clamored around him, all wearing t-shirts and hats that said LA Lakers 2010 NBA Champions.
Hugs, tears, Kool & the Gang, I Love LA, Jack, Laker Girls, the Hollywood elite, and the hottest women you'll find at any sports event.
The Celtics shuffled off the court, a long flight, a long summer looming.
At the same time, in a darkened hallway in the bowels of the Staples Center, a faceless shadow of a man pushed a handtruck stacked with three boxes.
The boxes were loaded into a black van and driven to LAX where they were loaded onto a private jet bound for Boston. Upon their arrival, they were driven to a understated but gorgeous Beacon Hill property.
A man in a suit signed for the boxes, put them in the elevator and took them to the sub-basement where the owner of the house sat in darkness.
"Has it arrived?"
"Yes, sir."
"All three boxes?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you. You can go now. Turn on the lights on your way out."
"Yes, sir."
He stood up and went to the boxes. Opened the top one: XXL t-shirts that read Boston Celtics 2010 NBA Champions. He smiled, put one on, and opened the next box.
Boston Celtics 2010 NBA Champions hats. He put one of those on, too.
The third box had t-shirts, too. Different design but the same message. He would put one of those on later.
In the meantime, he cut three lines of coke and did them in quick succession, and then watched a tape of game 7 re-edited so that Boston had actually held on and won.
The Celtics had won!
After another couple of celebratory lines, he went to his shooting range in the next room where he had mannequins in Laker uniforms with photos of Lakers stars taped to their faces. Say hello to my little friend. He unholstered his glock and fired off round after round, blowing off limbs and sending the mannequins spinning and skidding across the floor.
More blow.
The hookers arrived around lunchtime. He cranked up Shipping up to Boston and had one of them wear a Kobe mask while he wore a Rasheed Wallace mask and did her from behind. The other two wore Laker Girl uniforms and made out. He spanked them both while watching the re-edited version of the game again, and when it was over he told them to put on Boston Celtics 2010 NBA Championship t-shirts.
The party lasted for almost 36 hours straight and ended with him sleeping all day Saturday. When he woke up he called and congratulated Jack Nicholson, burned the t-shirts and hats as promised, and turned on the Red Sox game.