Chapter 347: Before Dawn

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Marne Pitt has been busy with his little bar's business lately. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 InfoSince ending the amateur boxing business and switching to live sports, the popularity of this small bar has slowly increased again, as the Celtics have been so good in the finals.

On the night of the third game in Los Angeles, it was 7 p.m. Western time, and it was already 10 p.m. in Boston, but that didn't stop the enthusiasm of the Boston fans in the slightest. Huge Celtic fans in the South End flocked to Pitt's bar to watch the game together on the bar's TV.

Game 3 was the most thrilling and intense of the Celtics playoffs, with beer sales in the bar surging in the first half as fans needed alcohol to calm their nerves. By the time Celtic rallied in the second half, the sound in the bar almost topped the roof.

And when Karl Malone went off the court with an injury and Arenas threw in a crucial three-pointer, Pete could even feel it through his own little bar, and the whole of Boston was boiling. It's a completely different feeling from last year's finals, and the championship is already within reach.

So, on the night of the fourth final, Pete should prepare well for tonight's football rally, prepare more alcohol, drinks, and decorate his little bar to celebrate the Celtics' championship and make a good profit.

"Hang the flag a little higher, a little higher...... Put the FO and FO flags aside, yes, don't block the view of the guests. It's past four o'clock in the afternoon, and Pete is hanging a flag in the bar with the clerk. There are replica Celtic championship flags, and there are also "fo, fo, fo, fo" flags drawn by Pitt himself, in short, he wants to make this place full of championship atmosphere.

At seven o'clock in the evening, more than two hours before the start of the game, it was already completely dark, and young fans began to come to the bar to drink and chat, while waiting for the game to start. Pete was quite satisfied, and the money he had earned in the past few days of the finals was higher than in the previous two months.

So Pete could no longer sit in a high chair in a daze like he had before, he had to greet the guests with the bar's waiters and bartangle the guests behind the bar.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly sat down in front of Pete, took off the hat on his head, showed his somewhat bald head, and said, "A cup of agave, preferably Mexican." ā€

The young people who come to the bar will either drink beer directly, or they will come to the concocted cocktail to find excitement, only such a middle-aged man will order tequila directly, and from his clothes and temperament, Pete can tell that this is a taxi driver.

"How's business going? On rainy days, there will be more customers. It's not good to go to work if you drink. Pete asked, the two of them were about the same age, and they could talk. At the same time, he was handed a glass of Aget from Mexico.

"Do you know what I do? This is my first time here...... This hellish place in the South End. The middle-aged man said as he drank the wine handed over, and his originally tired face immediately soothed and exuded a unique brilliance.

"I see a lot of people, and I can always tell what he does, especially in a place like a bar. I've only looked away to one person in my life, and everything else is fine. Pete finished and gave the middle-aged man another drink.

This time, the middle-aged man did not drink it all, but put the wine glass to his mouth and slowly savored the unique taste of agave.

"I came here when I heard that I could watch an NBA game here, and I'd rather give up my business in the middle of the night. I remember a lot of bars in Boston used to watch NBA live broadcasts at night, and in those days it was still Moster's commentary, and we would turn off the sound on the TV and watch it. The middle-aged man referred to Boston's basketball past, when Johnny Mhost was a basketball commentator on Boston Radio, and Boston fans had been accustomed to his voice since the sixties. So even with the advent of live television and the TV station had a special commentary, Boston people still used to turn off the sound of the TV, turn on the radio, and watch the TV broadcast while listening to Most's voice.

Referring to this old memory, Pete also smiled, it seems that both of them are old fans of Boston's golden age, and there are always endless topics and stories to tell when such old fans meet. Taking advantage of the fact that the bar was not yet full, Pete chatted with him.

"Honestly Marco, I didn't expect to see the Celtics now, and I'm going to be completely desperate after the 90s." The middle-aged man, Benjamin Marco, was an ordinary taxi driver in Boston, Pete said.

"Me too, for a long time, I could only brag to the passengers in the car about how brilliant the Celtic were in the past. Every year I buy tickets to important Celtic games, and you know what, I've been saving up to see the Grand Finals in the Garden Arena one day. But in 2000 I gave up that hope and used the money to buy a car I liked...... Haha, so now I can only go to the bar to watch the game! Marco laughed self-deprecatingly, tickets to the Celtics Finals are hard to come by, and the Finals won't be back in Boston as things stand.

Pete smiled and leaned over to Marco and whispered, "You know, my bar used to be an amateur boxing venue, and over there, where the seats are now placed, is a boxing ring. I make money by hosting boxing matches and gambling games...... Later, we had a boxer here who offended the underworld of the Southern District. Frank: Did you know? That guy escaped alive and sent himself to prison to escape, and guess what? ā€

Facing Pete's sale, Marco hurriedly asked, "What?" Does this have anything to do with the present? Is he dead? ā€

Pete smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course he didn't die, and if he did, there would be no Celts now." He is the current head coach of the Celtics, Fox Leon. ā€

Hearing this, Marco was shocked, and Pete smiled with satisfaction, he had always been quite proud of this little secret, and he enjoyed the surprise of others when they learned of it, as if telling others that he knew the murderer of JFK.

Soon, however, Marco regained his composure, cleared his throat, took a sip of agave, and approached Pete as well, saying, "Actually, I have a little secret. Three years ago I once sent a passenger to the Celtic headquarters building, and at the time he said he was a Celtic staff member. I was very impressed by this passenger, he had long black hair, he looked a little depressed, but he was very energetic. Because he was a Celtic staff member, I waived his fare...... I only saw him on TV and on the news later and recognized him at a glance. ā€

Pete listened to Marco's narration, and it didn't look like he was lying, and he knew who Marco was talking about.

"It looks like we're very close because of the Celtics, because of Fox Leon...... Here, have a toast, and hope that tonight dreams come true, and that glory returns to Boston. Pete raised his glass and drank it down with Marco.

By 10 o'clock Eastern time, the TV station had its camera on the Stamp Center Arena, thousands of miles away, and the game was about to begin. In the fourth game of the 2004 Grand Finals, the O'Brien Cup was placed on the side of the court.

Countless fans are watching this game, especially in Boston, which is destined to be a sleepless night. The North Shore Garden Arena was packed without a game, with the game being broadcast live on the big screen, with tens of thousands of fans concerned about the fate of the Celtic through the live broadcast.

The Boston Police Department is all working overtime tonight, with no one resting, and is on the streets of Boston, and once the game is over and the Celtics win the championship, a parade and revelry will be inevitable.

Reed Auerbach stayed in his Boston apartment, in his little study, he turned on the radio, lit a cigar, and lay back in a comfortable leather chair, following the game. The doctor had long told Auerbach not to stay up late, but tonight, Auerbach knew he was destined to have no sleep.

"That kid, is it finally all done? Ay...... I think it's still the same as dreaming......"