I grew up in a pretty typical family in southern New Hampshire. Both my mother and father’s families have been in New England since they first emigrated in the late 1800s, entering through Worcester and Pawtucket and eventually spreading their roots across the six states as generations ensued.

There’s something inherently New England about suffering (and self-inflicted pain, to an extent) that most attribute to the Puritan way of life in colonial New England, but has lived on through decades of misery brought on by our sports teams. There had been pockets of success, but not until the last 25 years or so has Titletown truly taken it’s place across the sporting world. I’ll be the first to admit that, as a 25-year-old myself, I have only been there for the good times. That’s not to say I haven’t seen Celtics teams where Jeff Green was the number one guy, or Red Sox teams where Bobby V couldn’t get out of his own way, but it is to say that I’ve had things pretty good relative to my predecessors.

This page will be for all Boston sports fans, young and old. While I was weaned on winning franchises, I have instilled in me the pessimism of generations of Boston fans who could only ever get so close. When I watched games growing up, the voices of my parents were always cautionary. No, Larry Bird is not walking through that door. I agree - why can’t we get players like that? My hope is to bridge the generations and bring overall joy to anyone who can read this stuff and relate. My target audience is those who get chills when they hear Joe Castiglione’s voice. That should be enough of us, right?

Thanks for joining me in this journey, and I truly hope you appreciate what I have to say. This is, after all, a passion project. To you, to yours, and to many future instances of being able to say QUEUE THE BOATS.

-DBD STAFF