Back before Bodie became my favorite hoodlum ever; before Wallace's two best friends shot him ("Where the fuck's Wallace?"); before Avon Barksdale and Stringer Bell saw their empire lost to an up-and-coming Marlo, and their lives ruined by near-simultaneous betrayals; before Prezbo became a teacher; before Michael became the next Omar; before Bubbles ever stepped foot in his sister's house's upper floor; before we ever heard Clay Davis proclaim, "Shiiiieeeeettttttttt"; there was McNulty, that arrogant and intelligent prick, giving a fuck when it wasn't his turn to give a fuck.
As McNulty did that day, we do the same today. Does anybody want a Wire/NBA combination blog, which will likely result in hours of time wasted, all so we can discuss our two favorite past-times? No, probably not. But I didn't want Danny Ainge to keep Doc Rivers on board in the summer of 2007, and that turned out alright. The results of Doc's extension so far include 1) the term "Ubuntu", brought to the English language, 2) two NBA Finals appearances, 3) one NBA championship, 4) the beginning and (hopefully) end of the Rasheed Wallace Era, and 5) the return of the phrase "Celtic Pride."
We don't promise to emulate Doc's success, nor the Celtics' success, nor do we promise to popularize any African phrases. But Doc's second chance in Boston teaches us the following: not all things that seem so brutally ill-advised turn out poorly.
And so we start this blog, with McNulty's passion and fire (and perhaps a few of his asshole tendencies) streaming through our veins. Just like McNulty, we give a fuck when it ain't our turn to give a fuck. And one day, when Jay Landsman shouts out our eulogy in Kavanagh's pub, we can only hope he concludes with the following words:
"I say this seriously. If I was laying there dead on some Baltimore street corner, I'd want it to be you standing over me catchin' the case. Because brother, when you were good, you were the best we had."
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