So I’m at the Celtics/Jazz game Wednesday night.  There’s a handsome couple just in front of me in the press row in very expensive seats.  Her name is Rebekah, his is Jesse.  She’s wearing a Paul Pierce jersey, he’s wearing a Jazz jersey.  All of a sudden Jazzy Jesse  plops down on one knee and pulls out a ring.  ”Will you marry me?” he asks.

“Yes!” she answers.

Now that takes some basketball-sized big ones to pop the question in such a public place.   What if she said no?  I saw it happen once before at an NBA game and it wasn’t pretty.  This is beautiful, memorable!

Rebekah works for St. Jude, a medical equipment company based in Minnesota.  Jesse is going back to school to become a teacher.  “Did you think something was up?” I asked.

“No not at all,” Rebekah told me.

“I had the ring for about a week,” Jesse says.

Their first date was at a Celtics game four years ago, so Jesse thought it would be as good a place as anywhere to ask for her hand.  And he’s off to a good start.  He got her a great ring and it fit perfectly.   Oh yeah, the Celtics won 105-86.

If you know the lucky couple, post a note here.  And if you don’t know them but want to wish them well anyway, have at it.

 

 

Big Baby of course is very sorry and I have no doubt that he is.  But this is what he and the rest of the league need, tough love.  You mess up you fess up and you pay for it.  With Big Baby out for six weeks or so, each game he’s suspended costs him about $36,000.  Ouch.