|Posted by paul on February 27, 2012 at 1:05 PM|
This is my last Rondology column. I'm like Ozzy Ozborne, I know, though. I say "I've had it forever!", and I storm out in a dudgeon, but most likely, I'll be back at my virtual desk tomorrow.
Still, this is my last Rondology column for sure. Today. At least for today.
Oh, this weekend has just set me off, and I know that things are only going to get worse, with the trade rumor mill spinning, and the Ainge Express running hot in the background, and most of the fans apparently drooling over the possibilities of FRESH NEW MEAT (as they seem to see players) coming in.
And so much of the trade talk is crazy, and really meanspirited, in my view. For example, for a bit, fans were getting hot over the idea of trading Rondo for Deron Williams. One of the primary justifications for making such a move, of course, has been that Rondo is supposedly a malcontent, so he's gotta go. Ok, but what is Deron Williams if he isn't one of the alltime malcontents of NBA history? This is a guy who, reportedly, was such a **** to his coach that his coach, one of the longest running and most successful coaches in NBA history, RESIGNED OVER IT! And Williams was just getting started when he pulled that off that stunt. He brought one franchise to its knees, in Utah, and now he's working on another one. This is the guy we want to trade Rondo for?
In my view, the best face one can put on the Celtics fandom's obsession with trading is that many fans want the Celtics to become the Yankees of the NBA. But there is already a Yankees of the NBA. We call them the Fakers, and we hate them for it. Now we want to be them?! I'm sorry, but that mentality disgusts me.
What I see as team/media/fan hatred for Rondo disgusts me. And I see deeper social issues at work in this. I see fans acting like a pack of bullies who find some cruel joy in harrassing the oddball kid. The pack mentality has taken over, to the point where many or most fans, and media, seem completely blind. For example, Rondo had himself quite an All Star weekend, a weekend that one would think Celtics fans would be really happy to see amidst the doom and gloom of a disappointing season. On Saturday, Rondo came in second in the skills contest, hitting 3 of 4 jumpshots, and posting the fastest time of the evening. In the game itself, Rondo not only managed 8 assists - third highest number for the night - in an amazing 15 minutes, but he also posted the consensus highlight play of the night, a beautiful half court alleyoop pass to Lebron James. None of this counts for much in basketball terms, of course, since All Star weekend is a big joke from a basketball point of view, but it DOES mean that Rondo has taken a step forwards amongst his peers as an established NBA star. It's something for Celtics fans to be happy about, right? Ah, no...
Virtually none of this came through in the media and near media, and fans showed little interest anyway. One Celtics blog declared that Rondo did nothing at the all star game. Another said that he 'struggled'. The only enthusiasm fans seemed to be able to muster was over the possibility that Rondo's achievements might raise his trade value.
What an opportunity for delight fans are missing when they choose not to watch, and not to see, as a fine young player, maybe a great player, develops and grows right in front of them.
Me? I'm sick of the spectacle of bullying and hatred that the the Rondo situation has turned into. At this point, I don't know that I have anything to offer in response to it all, other than my own vitriol. I'm convinced that many fans are into sports because it reminds them of their youths, of the joys they had when they were the bullies, the ones who marginalized and harrassed other kids who were somehow different. Now they get to do it as adults, and no one calls them on it, because they pretend that it's really not bullying, that it's all a sweet, caring and solidly rational (of all things) desire to 'improve' the team. Yeah, like trading a malcontent for a far bigger malcontent. That's certainly quite rational.
Ah, sweet memories of youth! Remember when we'd call any kid with glasses "four eyes!" Remember when we'd beat up any 'faggots' we caught with a book? Man, those were the good old days. You could really see it in their eyes as some of those kids' souls shriveled up inside them. Dear me, such good times. Didn't one of those kids we harrassed attempt suicide? Lol! What a loser!!!!!! Brings a tear to one's eye, it does, thinking about those days.
Yeah, rather than just spew vitriol every column, I'm calling it quits.