Celtics Title Town

Shattering the fragile peace of sleep. The leafs drag across the ground with a crinkle that breaks down to little sound particles that bring ease to the soul. Sirens, sharp and sinister startle the senses. Tragedy sends your heart on a chase that your mind can't catch. All through an empty place I go. Waiting for something. That something is a basketball player who came out of nowhere. Losing Rondo feels like a loss that resembles losing a title, or losing a playoff series. The Celtics losing Rondo won't mean sirens at the next street corner, but the day will come, or the series will come when the Celtics can't fight any longer.

I have no will to weep or sing. No least desire to pray or curse.  The loss of love is a terrible thing. I want to make one thing clear. Rondo will be back, and when? Who knows, but the stages of depression, and at times Celtic pride will come through like the sun through fog. It will shine, and the pride that has been in Boston for over 60 years will come out, and show it's true "Grit, and balls."

I resent what loss represents. I resent what great loss presents. I think it's fair to say that the this loss represents the end of perhaps the  hopes  of banner 18 in the KG era. KG, and Pierce will be a year older, and Rondo's future is still uncertain. The sun doesn't seem so bright. and the skies not all that blue. Nothing can bring a smile to my face. I try to think this is just a game, and it's not life or death. But maybe for Rondo it is a little bit. This is apart of him, and he's given so much of his life for this.

Sitting in the dark holding back basketball  tears. As the darkness hides my face from everyone. I can't stop thinking of the shock. When a player goes down with such injury. It usually looks worse, or you know when it happens during a game. The drama, and build up of the what's wrong  with Rondo was  an Oscar award winning performance by ABC today.

Hello darkness my old friend. That rings so true in a time like this. I wrote my loss across by the page. It stared back at me in silence. And as the words formed line by line.They cried the painful truth.How empty they did look. How sad I have become. A different me is here. In the absence of you.