Deirdre Reilly: When your true love speaks like a weirdo

I am what I guess you would call a "transplant" - I was not born and raised in New England. I am from Maryland, and my husband is from Worcester, Mass. The night I met my husband in my hometown in Maryland, I did him the cruel turn of guessing from his accent that he was from New York, and also saying that the Celtics stunk - I really didn't know if they stunk - I guess denigrating a man's sports teams was my weird way of flirting (it was the 1980s - I remember tossing my spiked hair, flinging back my shoulder pads, adjusting my ten thousand necklaces and saying that there was no team better than the Baltimore Colts - never mind that they had left town years ago, and also that they played football, not basketball. Who cares - I got the man I wanted.)