Hello. My name is Karen Robinson. I'm a Canadian doctor who now resides on Maui with my husband Roger and our three children. We have a kayak tour company here in Hawai'i. I love sports- especially American sports- and I was psyched to watch game 4 of the Celtics/Lakers playoffs tonight on the big screen at Charles' house with all his friends. I am a bit more knowledgeable about sports than Charles is, and he likes having me over so I can explain the nuances of the game to him. (Plus Charles is hard of hearing, so I occasionally have to explain to him what other people are saying to, or about, him).
Charles likes to TIVO all the games so he can skim past the commercials; and he asks all of his friends to show up about a half hour late for games so that he can breeze through the ads.
It was about 4 PM Hawai'i time (10PM East Coast). Charles finally cues up the TIVO. Today there were nine of us who would have rather watched the game live, but anyone who knows Charles knows he is a Nazi liberal dictator when it comes to his TIVO. So, there we were, sitting around the TV watching the game, drinking beers and eating pizza.... Watching the game.... First period, second period.. and watching Rondo sprain his ankle.. L.A. fans yell mocking calls for a wheelchair.
Wait..
“Uh-oh.” “What gives?” Someone dares to ask, “Did Rondo sprain his ankle twice this series? ”
(On the screen flashes the ticker, Celts Lead Series 2-0. ) We all looked at Charles. He smiled and kind of whispered, “Oops. I think.. I might be showing Tuesday's game by mistake.”
(I can't repeat what things were said immediately after that, but- when we finally found the real live game in real time- the announcer was saying how this may just have been the greatest comeback in NBA history!! Charles went to the refrigerator and said , “Hey- the good news is, we didn't have to suffer when the Celts were down by 24! We thought they were only down by four! Right? Right? ... Anybody else want a beer?”
We all hate Charles and we want him to go back to Boston. He may be loved unconditionally back there- but this is not Boston.