As I drive to work each day I pass a speed limit sign just before I pull into the parking lot.
For the most part, I associate all numbers below 50 with Celtics' players. When I take locker #4 at the health club, I think of Chauncey. Locker #44 Westphal. Locker #3? Babe Ruth. Just kidding.
But when I pass the speed limit sign, I don't think of Ray Allen. I don't even think of Brian Shaw.
I think of Sherman Douglas.
Odd how the mind works. Strike that. Odd how my mind works.