|Posted by shawn cassidy on February 21, 2012 at 2:40 AM|
Gasping for breath,but there is no air to breathe. Old legs, can't move,and young legs forget. The Celtics don't give much to offer, but my feelings are mixed up, but one thought lingers. Don't trade Rondo. I keep singing to myself a Sam Cooke classic, and change is gonna come? There is no room to grieve, as we still have the big three. But the question still remains, when will Paul Pierce say good night? The bigs keep dropping, and hope seems to be on vaction, and a return out of the questions.
Within this emotional turmoilI I do not hate… I just don’t feel anything real, the Celtics leave us guessing, and so does the fate behind Danny's cruel smile, when will this end, as I don't admire, the dark misfortune of the Celtics desire.Like a computer that’s about to crash. Storing memories of Celtics past.Trying to release some of the pain.Letting the thoughts drive me insane.Attempting to keep up a look of Celtics pride.While storing more and more pain inside.
The Celtics can't seem to shake off the rust of this painful season, it hurts so much. Too many questions have put the quest of banner 18 far out of reach. I can't get over the fact that Rondo hasn't been protected by his teammates. Celtics pride doesn't mean punch someone out, but sticking up for something right. Backing up, a teammate is a right, and a right of passage. We can't seem to shake the trade rumors, and we must wait another month of this. The end is not clear, and this season will leave us guessing, what if the trade from 2011 didn't happen?