When You're On Top, Life's A Breeze

"Don't you be talking to me about left hands," Ainge told Porter. "I've got a better left hand than you."

"What?" Porter asked.

"You heard me. In fact, where's my five bucks from that game of H-O-R-S-E the other day? You know we played. Don't look at me that way. At the shootaround? Lefthanded? Get it up."

"What?"

"Don't get amnesia on me now. Get it up."

Off into the headwind. Still in front. It might not be the best place to be at any time except the end, but it certainly feels best.