When the Celtics eventually get hold of my personal information and start to press me on how to improve the fan experience at TD Garden, I’m going to insist on more t-shirts descending by parachute to us fans. Also, more stuff thrown at us by the young and the sleek, those cheerers/dancers/acrobats (or whatever they call themselves) on the arena floor. Limited numbers of t-shirts to fight over create a great deal of excitement in the cheap seats, where I am invariably found. We economizers don't mind scrapping and getting a little bloody if it means getting one of those prized Celtics t-shirts. That is, until we discover that the shirts don’t mention the Celts at all, but instead just market the franchise’s sponsors.
Next, I’d require “Lucky” to dribble his way down the court en route to his spectacular dunks. This is just a matter of principle. What, he can do acrobatic leaps and slam the ball home but can’t manage dribble down the court? Come on, Lucky, this is b-ball 101!
Finally, the food = not good. From what I can tell, the loge and balcony sections were serviced only by hot dog vendors placed directly beside sausage vendors. If you’re going to limit the food to variety of tube-shaped meats, you might as well get thematic and have sausage smackdowns, with extra kiosks for kielbasa, chorizo, soppressata, and andouille sausage vendors. Heck, I'd even even have fried baloney! (Just thinking out loud here).
On the other hand, the beer selection was not too shabby.