Real fans get their dad and brother on a conference call at 12 midnight and collectively weep as the NBA trophy is handed to the Celtics and collectively gasp as the series MVP is awarded to Paul Pierce. And weep some more.
Real fans go to the parade despite seeing police with riot gear and HUGE wooden sticks (what happened to little billy clubs?). And bring two seven year olds for their first ever championship "rolling rally" aka parade.
Coach "Doc" Rivers.
Real fans coach little kids in the game they love.
Real fans repeatedly point out during the game to their basketball playing sons "See! SEE! Even the pros pass the ball around A LOT and they win championships doing it! SEE! Doesn't my coaching make sense NOW!!!" as they roll their eyes.
Real fans overlook the brazen disregard of public health when seeing every single player in the rolling rally aka parade smoking a cigar on the duck boats taking them through the streets of our fair city. It is a clear tribute to the late, great Red Auerbach, who smoked cigars in the old Garden.
Real fans know they are real.
We don't have to prove it.