This is actually a 12 year old. The Boston winters and prenatal alcohol exposure do a number on the body:

Look, I don’t blame this guy for shooting his wad early and getting this tattoo. When you grow up in the middle of a city’s greatest championship run ever, your mind is warped. There are Cowboys fans who get a Super Bowl champion tat every training camp and they haven’t seen one in 30 years. It’s like betting on Hawai’i overs and Northwestern unders. It doesn’t matter if they don’t cash like they used to, because when you were in college they always did and your brain refuses to comprehend new trends.

But as Bob Dylan once sang, “For the times they are a-changin‘.” Tom Brady’s gone, the Pats got embarrassed in the playoffs, Jayson Tatum did not look like a top-10 player this series, the Bruins are old, and the Sox are looking up at the Yankees from the AL East cellar.

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the Celtics
Will never again see the throne
And accept it that soon
You’ll be in Fenway and groan
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start winnin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’