Epic Strikes Again

Short Version: Macklin and I went to the Celtics vs. Thunder game on Sunday.

Long Version: Sunday, around two pm I went on the celtics blog. There I saw a hyperlink(!) for Paul Pierce's twitter. Clicked it. Paul had just twitted a message along these lines: Come to the players parking lot at 4:30 sharp wearing my jersey, I got five extra tickets to give out. passcode is truth. So at first I figured it probably was fake. Then about an hour later I figured I didn't have anything better to do, so if it was a joke, at least I 

could say they didn't get me.

Anyway, I convince Macklin of this being a good idea and he comes along. T almost bones us, but we get to the lot at about 4:28 and there are already about 5-7 twitterheads already crushing. We wait. We doubt. 4:30 comes, and on the dot a black on black range rover appears, bumping beats emitting from the insides. Some think it's Garnett.

Then the rover pulls in, stops, and the window rolls down. Its th

e captain and the truth, Paul Pierce. 

"What's the passcode?" He asks, not pulling any punches and apparently no time for small talk.

We all yelled truth! and he handed us tickets to his personal box. Suite 534. Get it?

Nothing was catered or anything, but the seats were still incredible. Plus we had our own bathroom. The suite basically went wild every time Pierce scored. During the comeback I was going crazy/being drunk. So awesome. Thanks Paul, that was the shit... damn