A man after my own heart

I haven't seen any of the NBA finals on TV (no cable where I live and besides - you can't watch a game starting at 4:00 am when you have be in the synagogue at 5:05 am), but this guy is definitely a man after my own heart. I moved to Israel last year and brought my Boston sports triad with me (Sorry, Bruins. You lost me sometime between Terry O’Reilly’s last lumber off the ice and your perpetual