Evan Turner got booed in the Celtics’ win over the Sixers last night. It was the second time his team played at the Wells Fargo Center this year and the second time a soft chorus of jeers rained down from wherever people were actually sitting. Personally, I don’t get it. If you hate him as a basketball player, shouldn’t you be happy he’s not here anymore? Shouldn’t you cheer every time you see him in Celtics green? Whatever. People booed and Turner was bemused. He said (jokingly) that he was loved before the game started:
“I signed like 100,000 autographs, I’m kissing babies and what not and all that stuff. I’m getting my hand kissed by people. I got little girls come up to me fainting.”
But once the game starts and he touches the ball? “Boooooo.” If he’s fouled? “Boooooo.” If someone shows up late and just notices he’s there? “Boooooo.” That can get to you as a player and a person. But it was all okay with Turner, because Jesus experienced the same thing:
“I don’t worry about it anymore. I don’t want to sound super weird, but Jesus was hated too.”
Oh don’t worry, Evan, you did sound super weird. Super weird. Firstly, I don’t think anyone actually shouted “boooooo” at Jesus. It was more whatever “crucify him” translates to in Aramaic. And secondly, Jesus probably never missed from downtown.