My dad had season tickets and took me to Game 6 on June 5, 1977. He wouldn't let me rush the court with everyone else and calmed me down by saying, "this is just the beginning; this team will win a lot more of these". On the way home and at the parade (SW corner of Broadway & Taylor) he kept telling me about the 1960s Celtics and about how young we were. I was too young to really appreciate the championship then, but its significance has grown in me these past almost 34 years that I choke up thinking about it now.
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So, yes I would cry, but it wouldn't be about the championship, but thinking about how close we came to winning it between 1977 and whenever it happens again and all the great basketball and all the great players that have graced Portland.