Mar 6, 2026; Boston, Massachusetts, USA; Boston Celtics forward Jayson Tatum (0) and Dallas Mavericks forward Cooper Flagg (32) talk after their game at TD Garden. Mandatory Credit: Winslow Townson-Imagn Images | Winslow Townson-Imagn Images
For kids playing on frozen driveways across New England, the NBA was always visible. You could catch games on television or see one in person if you didn’t mind driving a few hours to Boston. But the league itself never felt truly within reach.
For many of those kids, the Boston Celtics were the team they grew up watching. Proximity played a role, sure, but so did the lore: the banners, the parquet, the Pride. The Celtics made the game feel close to home, but the players themselves usually came from somewhere else. Kentucky. California. Florida. States with deep pipelines to the league, a long way from the small towns that orbit Boston.
On Friday night inside TD Garden, that distance shrank to 94 feet of hardwood as Cooper Flagg took the floor just 207 miles from where the dream began in Newport, Maine.
Flagg entered the league as the No. 1 overall pick and one of the most anticipated young prospects in recent memory, carrying expectations rarely attached to a player from this corner of the country. Players from Maine have reached Division I basketball before. Some have even put together legitimate NBA careers (see Duncan Robinson). But a prospect of this caliber had never emerged from the state. Hell, it had never even been considered possible.
Across Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island and Vermont — places where winters stretch long and basketball dreams often have to travel far — Flagg has people wondering whether the basketball map might need to be redrawn.
Not just any regular season game
On March 6, the feeling inside TD Garden carried the weight of something much bigger than a normal regular-season game.
The return of Jayson Tatum had already turned the night into an event. Every seat held a white No. 0 shirt. The pregame video of the Celtics gathering in the tunnel drew an immediate eruption. Even Tatum layups in the warmup line earned raucous applause.
Jayson Tatum Day!
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— Noa Dalzell
(@NoaDalzell)
March 6, 2026
But scattered throughout the building were reminders that this night wasn’t just about Tatum.
On the elevator up before the game (biggest elevator I’ve ever been on, by the way — terrifying), I found myself surrounded by three groups of fans with unmistakable Maine accents. I asked where they were from, my Mainer radar (Mainedar, if you will) clearly still in working order.
Ellsworth. Naples. Bangor. Three different groups, all there to see Cooper Flagg.
Before the game, a girl held up a sign on the jumbotron that read “Cooper Makes Maine Proud.” If there was a Mavericks jersey in the building, it was almost always No. 32.
Flagg stepped onto the floor for warmups at 4:52 p.m., long before the arena had filled in with fans. At that point the Garden was quiet enough to hear sneakers squeak across the parquet. He moved through routine jumpers and resistance work on his recovering left foot, which held him out of the previous eight games before returning versus Orlando on Thursday night.
Deep breath. Glance around the Garden. Back to work.
By the time introductions rolled around, the building had transformed. White shirts were now picked up off their chairs and either donned or twirled high above heads. The call from PA announcer Eddie Palladino brought the loudest roar of the night to that point.
"Number 0… JAYSON TATUM!"
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— NBA (@NBA)
March 7, 2026
Flagg’s arrival brought something more complicated.
The boos were louder — he was still wearing Dallas across his chest after all — but there were
clear cheers mixed in. Hearing that for a visiting rookie in Boston said plenty about how many people had made the trip.
Mavericks coach Jason Kidd was less surprised than others.
“It’s a big game for Coop,” Kidd said before the game. “The state of Maine will be here tonight.”
That showed up immediately once the game started.
There were shouts of “Come on, Coop!” on his first touch. His first basket drew a noticeable pop from the crowd. Tatum remained the steady drumbeat of the night, but Flagg had an undeniable following of his own in the building. Every time it felt like Flagg-specific cheers started to rise, Celtics fans quickly pushed back, like the building reminding itself whose house it was.
A strange start and a familiar ending
For most of the first half, TD Garden felt like a building waiting politely to celebrate.
Jayson Tatum missed his first six shots after returning to the lineup, and the crowd reacted to every possession with a mixture of anticipation and impatience. Rebounds earned cheers. Passes drew the sound of thousands of held breaths releasing at once. A missed dunk opportunity was the coup de grâce of the first half.
Tatum later admitted the moment weighed on him.
“I just felt really anxious,” he said afterward. “It’s been a long time coming.”
The Celtics star eventually settled in. A tip slam late in the second quarter finally gave the building the moment it had been waiting for, and a three-pointer on the next possession sent the Garden into its loudest eruption of the night.
Vintage JT three
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— Boston Celtics (@celtics)
March 7, 2026
From there, Boston was inevitable.
Jaylen Brown led the Celtics with 24 points while Tatum finished with 15 points, 12 rebounds and seven assists in 27 minutes as
Boston pulled away for a 120–100 victory.
For Cooper Flagg, the night offered a mix of promise and frustration.
The rookie finished with 16 points, eight rebounds and six assists, leading Dallas in rebounds and assists while showing flashes of the court vision and aggressiveness that have defined his rookie season.
The unlikely basketball path from Newport
Despite the following, Flagg’s story has never followed the typical script.
Newport, Maine sits roughly 200 miles north of Boston. In simple terms, it is not a place that produces NBA prospects with any regularity. As
someone who grew up playing Maine high school basketball (would I have locked Cooper Flagg up had our careers crossed paths? You can’t 100% say no to that question.), I can tell you the idea of a No. 1 overall pick coming out of the state once sounded like pure fantasy.
Maine is a place where basketball is a winter habit. Small gyms. Packed local crowds. Long winters spent imagining what the bigger stage might feel like. For most kids that imagination includes a familiar scene: counting down from ten in your head and launching the imaginary game-winner in front of a packed arena.
Flagg didn’t stay in the imagination phase very long.
Early on, there were moments that made people around the state look at each other and ask the same question: “Wait, he’s
this good?”
One of those came in his first high school game, when a freshman Flagg put up 35 points and 12 rebounds in a double-overtime win over South Portland and finished it with a chase-down block that instantly became local mythology.
Basketball already ran through his family. His mother, Kelly, played at the University of Maine. Celtics games were constant background noise growing up in the Flagg family. Old footage from the 1986 championship team reportedly played on repeat in the family van.
After one year of high school in Maine, the path accelerated quickly.
Montverde. Duke. Then the draft.
By the time he reached the league, he wasn’t viewed as an intriguing prospect from an unlikely place. He had moved into the rare category reserved for players franchises would move heaven and earth to acquire.
Lessons from the big stage in Boston
Friday night gave Cooper Flagg something more useful than a perfect homecoming. It gave him a real NBA education in front of the people who had waited years to see him on
this floor.
The flashes were obvious. They’re the reason fans from Bangor, Ellsworth, Naples and all over New England made the trip. Flagg saw the floor well from the jump, got into the paint, made the extra pass, and kept finding ways to impact the game even when his own offense wasn’t flowing cleanly.
We see you, 32
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— Dallas Mavericks (@dallasmavs)
March 7, 2026
He had 10 points, four rebounds and three assists by halftime, and there were stretches where you could feel the building reacting to him independently of Tatumania. Every time his name was announced at the line, the cheers gave it away. A lot of people had come to see him, Tatum’s return be damned.
But this wasn’t a coronation, and that’s part of what made it compelling.
On the night, Flagg finished with 16 points, eight rebounds and six assists, which reads well enough in the box score. The eye test told a messier story. He looked frustrated at times, especially when the whistle wasn’t going his way. Later, as the Celtics began to separate in the fourth quarter, the rookie’s body language was atypical from what we’re used to seeing from
this kid.
He argued calls. Forced a few shots. Got sped up. Jaylen Brown baited him into the air on a pump fake here. Derrick White erased one drive there. Neemias Queta got the better of him on a couple of physical plays around the rim. The Celtics were making him earn everything.
That’s Joe Mazzulla’s Celtics. Oh, you drove six hours from Caribou to watch Cooper tonight? Cool. Watch him get hounded by a rotating cast of tireless defensive demons for 30 minutes.
What stood out, though, was that Flagg never fully disappeared. He opened the second half with a quick midrange jumper before fans had fully settled back into their seats. He poked the ball loose in transition a couple of times on Brown. He defended Tatum hard enough to force an airball in the fourth. Even with the game slipping away and the frustration building, he kept trying to make the next play.
The right play.
Boston has the more mature stars. The Celtics have the cleaner execution. The Mavericks
have had Nico Harrison. Flagg did not have his sharpest game, and he still looked like someone worth driving hours to see. Both things can be true.
Afterward, he kept the focus where it usually goes.
“A lot of people came from back home,” Flagg said. “This experience was really cool. The energy was incredible.”
A place on the map
There’s an old Maine phrase people use when describing directions to somewhere impossible to find:
you can’t get there from here.
For a long time, the NBA could feel a little like that across New England. Close enough to watch. Close enough to care so, so deeply. Still far enough away that it felt like somebody else’s world.
That’s why Friday mattered, even without the perfect ending for Mainers.
Cooper Flagg didn’t walk into TD Garden and own the night. Tatum returned. Brown looked like he has all season. The Celtics pulled away, and Flagg got hit with some hard lessons, a few frustrating whistles, and a clear reminder that the gap between promising and polished is one that most superstars eventually must clear.
And still, none of that changed the bigger point.
A kid from Newport, Maine took the floor in Boston as the No. 1 pick in the NBA Draft, heard cheers in TD Garden, and gave thousands of New England fans a glimpse of something their corner of the country had never really seen before.
Maybe Flagg is the exception. Maybe the pipeline still runs through all the usual places. Maybe the basketball map hasn’t changed all that much yet —
emphasis on yet.
But for one night in Boston, it had to make room for Maine.
And somewhere across New England tonight, a kid is probably standing on a frozen driveway, counting down from ten and imagining the moment a little differently than they did before.
Maybe even wondering, for the first time, why they couldn’t be next.
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