|Posted by shawn cassidy on November 12, 2012 at 11:25 PM|
I thought I heard the door slam shut , and a feeling creeped out of the moonlight, terror sank deep into my bones. Have I become victim to a record, and to a stat? Rondo went to work against Chicago, as if Rose was playing on the other side. Rajon played to win Monday night, and he was working on a triple-double.
Nocturnal memories of enchantment realized through the eyes of endearment. I felt like I could see every assist, and every lob to KG flash before my eyes as the record became a dream slowly fading into dust. The game was in the balance, and so was Rondo's quest for a record that means nothing in the grand scheme of things this season. But it seemed to play a common path for me last night. I was watching the assist total, and the scoreboard. I wanted it to continue, but as selfishly I wanted the streak to continue. Rondo stumbled upon keeping the streak alive. He wanted the win more than the streak. He wasn't forcing anything. He was being himself.
Where passion pulls at our hearts. Follow never question the path of an art form that leaves you breathless. It may be the only chance in your life to be truly alive. With the source of artistic rebirth pulsing through the veins of Rondo, and the fans. Even if the journey goes down a futile path it still is not in vain. Rondo's streak belongs with him. It coincides with winning. I can't hate on him at all. Who should for that matter. To me this record means so much more than Ray breaking Millers record from 2011. This is a harder record to obtain in my mind. It takes your teammates to make the baskets, and it's a testament to how good Rondo truly is.
Rondo will be unstoppable, untouchable. Something that’s unbreakable. Rondo's fashionable, and he's got a beautiful craft that's unmatched in today's game. Something that’s inflammable. And he gives it his own signature. He's customizing his path this season. He's leaving a mark from his own design. Rondo never leaves passion lonely or behind in the dust.
Rondo's passion is no fashion it’s an art. No one stands in the way of heart. Rondo shows the world what he's got. All it takes is a stubborn spark. A stubborn will to win. There’s something in his eyes. A glimmer of hope he leaves us all on a nightly basis. We know the Celtics have a punchers chance at a win every single night.
The bottom line of all this? Rondo played with conviction, and with will. He's an MVP candidate that's lost in a world that Chris Paul is god to so many. You take Rondo away from the Celtics, and your left with a team that won't make the playoffs. Rondo's defense has been throttled to the next level finally. That's the final piece to this massive puzzle that needs some time, and attention. Rondo's performance, and the dramatic continuation of his streak Monday night gave me hope even more this season. With games like this it gives me reassurance.