JASON TERRY GETS IT. I GET JASON TERRY.
I hate Jason Terry. I hate that tired airplane routine after a merely routine basket. I hate that he still wears a headband. If I’m being honest, I hate that Jason Terry’s Mavericks ousted my Lakers a couple years ago from the Playoffs, and I certainly hate Jason Terry now that he’s a Celtic.
That said, as previously mentioned, I totally get Jason Terry. Here’s Terry, in his own words:
"It didn’t take me long to embrace being a Celtic. I hate whoever they hate. The Lakers are number one up there and the Heat aren’t too far behind. Doc tells us every day to think about the Heat. Not only does he tell us, but the film [2012 Eastern Conference Finals] plays over and over if you go to the practice facility. Before practice and after practice, that series is playing over and over on the television."
In my world, Lakers and Laker fans hate the Celtics and Celtic fans. And, certainly, vice versa. That’s the agreement. That’s the contract you sign inside your heart when you put on the purple and gold, or white and kelly green. It’s rooted in history. In violent competition. If you didn’t know, now you do. That’s how rivalries work. Fall in line, or get out of the way.
Jason Terry gets that, clearly. And for that, I applaud him and his 2001 headband.
I’m on record saying the NBA needs more hate. It creates better story lines, and ultimately, better games, and in my mind, the number one purveyor of hate in the NBA is Doc Rivers and the Boston Celtics (particularly, Kevin Garnett - who, surprise, I happen to hate). That’s why, as much as I hate them, I’m glad the Boston Celtics and Jason Terry exist.
P.S. He plays their Playoff loss at every practice? That’s intense. I love it.