|Posted by paul on May 24, 2012 at 10:30 AM|
According to the Herald, Rondo sat in the lockeroom by himself last night, long after everyone was gone, presumably mulling over the debacle that had just ocurred, and his role in it.
long after the game was decided, Rondo sat in a corner of the visitors’ locker room swathed in towels. His head was bowed and he stared silently at the floor for some time, ear phones blocking out the din in the room.
Perhaps he was looking for answers as to how a team that played with such enthusiasm in the second half of Monday night’s 101-85 battering of the Sixers could look so listless and lost offensively barely 48 hours later. Perhaps he was shocked at how things had gone. Maybe, frankly, he was just tired.
Amusingly, and possibly insightfully, Ron Borges calls the kind of game Rondo played last night a "walkabout". Doc suggested that Rondo got caught 'in between', not sure whether to attack or facilitate (are we STILL convinced that those two things oppose each other?!!). He just seemed lost, and so did the rest of the team, and which one causes the other seems to be a chicken or egg argument. Both Rondo and the team are highly emotional. I think this is the difference between our Celtics and the Spurs. The Spurs are built like a machine. We are more like artists. We thrive on emotion, and without it, we feel lost. We seem to be like water that ebbs and flows, waves that rise up, collapse, and rise again.
The water is full of Sixer sharks, and our blood is in it. Will we implode again on Saturday night? Or will we rise on wings of passion and emotion, leaving the sharks behind to look for another meal, next year?