|Posted by shawn cassidy on May 12, 2012 at 3:10 AM|
Rondo's running mates stole the show in game 6 against Atlanta. Garnett was phenomenal, and Pierce was solid in his effort after finding out he had a sprained MCL. Rondo wasn't a hack, but he was in the background. After the game 5 letdown by the entire team. Rondo's fans, and critics thought he would erupt for an amazing game.
With every disastrous choice Rondo makes. There is inevitably, the possibility for something unforeseen magnificent and beautiful. Rondo's actions separate him from his peers. His anxiety at its very peak, as harsh as the dessert sun. Covers his insides. The anxiety of performing when it counts, propels Rondo to greater heights.
We are the product of creation. Each one of us has become a work of art. Rondo has become a figure of artistic innovation. By each passing day, shaped and sculpted like pieces of clay. Our fate lies cradled In Destiny's hands. Like grains of sand. We look blindly upon tomorrow. Rondo has a Living legacy, day to day.An ever changing painting, adding colors along the way to greatness.