My name is T.H. and I’m a bandwagon jumper. The first time I remember jumping on a bandwagon was in first grade, when I agreed with my classmates that Emergency! was the best show in the world. I had never watched the Randolph Mantooth drama at that point, as it was on past my bedtime. But, so began my bandwagon jumping…

The latest in a long line of jumps (see the obscure Ingemar Stenmark fandom of the late 70′s, izod-only shirts in high school of the 80′s, and the 90′s Chicago Bulls during my stay in Chitown) will likely be The Boston Celtics. Even though I’ve stated numerous times that I detest the NBA. Unfortunately, the irresistable psychic pull of a team that is blowing through their early games, shines like a beacon to me in a white-out blizzard. Looking ahead to the playoff time frame – after football and before baseball has a chance to play every-game-that-matters, the Celtics may promise to provide must-see sports. I can feel it, as I hear every day of the Celts winning yet another…

I am a clown. Really. How do I know this? Well, by realizing I was about to mentally invest in a league that I had previously reserved for my most colorful expletives, I had to look up Bandwagon. Oddly enough, it made me feel a little better, but that’s part of the bandwagon fallacy ball of wax…

Found in wikipedia – A bandwagon is a wagon which carries the band in a parade, circus or other entertainment. The phrase ‘jump on the bandwagon’ was first used in American Politics in 1848 as a result of Dan Rice. Campaigning for Zachary Taylor, Dan Rice, a professional circus clown, used his bandwagon for Taylor’s appearances, gaining attention by way of the music. As Taylor’s campaign became more successful, more politicians strove for a seat on the bandwagon, hoping to be associated with the success.

Last night I watched a 2nd half Celts lead go from 68-62 to 86-62. Oh, and the Big Three had subpar offensive nights…

The music of the Celtics is very likely too strong – I may take SRO on this bandwagon.