The TD Garden wasn't packed like a playoff night, but there was still a hum in the air — the kind of buzz that came when Boston fans knew they were getting their first glimpse of something new. The defending champions were back, banner freshly raised, and the young phenom everyone whispered about — Kyle Wilson — was about to touch hardwood for his sophomore campaign.
It wasn't the Finals. It wasn't the regular season. But preseason mattered in Boston. Every possession, every bucket, every slip-up got chewed on by media and fans like it was blood in the water.
And tonight, the Celtics were hosting the Toronto Raptors.
The Warm-Up
Kyle sat lacing his sneakers in the locker room, the fresh white and green Jordans shining under the fluorescent light. His headphones still clamped around his neck, bass rumbling from a playlist he curated — a mix of dancehall, old-school hip-hop, and gospel tracks his mother used to play on Sunday mornings.
