When he’s not absorbing sports, Matt Reevy listens and makes music that is about as awful as his beloved Boston Celtics. He likes cold weather, knitted hats, and snowboarding. He wishes could still get away with spelling words the way Prince titles his songs, and is laughably bad at both versions of football. A New England-based author of fiction and nonfiction, and his work has appeared in literary magazines, on blogs, and film. He may or may not write in votes for the 1995-1996 Chicago Bulls in public elections.
