Rondo had 16 assists against the Thunder Friday night, and it extended his streak to 36 games in a row of 10 or more assists. Time flows through spectrum's, and elements. Those elements feel like a ball being whipped across the court. The lucky receiver is Sully this time. 

Time shifts across millenniums, and within the eye of now each masterful brushstroke paints a landscape etched in visions. Rondo only had two turnovers in the win over the Thunder, and one of those came in the final seconds when Rondo ran the clock down. He was out shined by Paul (27points), and Green (17 points) in the win. But Rondo doesn't do what he does to catch the front page. He's always been about the win. The assists come so easy, because the yin to his yang is passing, and winning. 

I can’t begin to describe it, but  I’m addicted to a crisp Rondo pass. Delusional truth equals to inevitable lies. Are you going to tell me you don't want Rondo to break the streak?  We are made to see, made to feel, not necessarily  the truth. You saw what they  wanted you to see, alas, such ignorance was born into some. Enormous amount of pride filled my chest; unknowingly another plan was transpiring. Rondo can really be the best, and I mean the best passer we've ever seen.

Of course many of us want Rondo to win MVP, and  we want him to carry the Celtics to a championship. The championship is the top priority. But everything along the way to a title is the appetizer, and the dinner. The dessert does taste the sweetest.

Midnight was drawing near, and my eyes became weary. My mind floated off from reality, and  it went off into a place where anything was possible. I saw the Celtics carrying the trophy, and Rondo winning Finals MVP. Once my mind was fully there. I saw nothing but swaying trees before me. But I waited a second, and I believed in everything.