Witness

Witness, Lebron, Dirty-Wade, rest of the world, Witness. The Boston Celtics just defined why I'm so fucking proud to be part of this great city and this great region. They just summed up what being knocked down and taking someones best punch only to get up again is all about. Ya Rondo was unreal, he defied medical diagnosis, and he has larry bird sitting in his rocking chair in French Lick, Indiana with all green on chuckling to himself while he smokes a cigar. Like jerry mcguire was right, that is what inspires people, heart. But excluding rondo, its the 13 other guys on that team rallying around each other and their fallen teammate. It's guys like Jeff Greene stepping up when it mattered most, and the Big 3 playing more intense than ever before, as if they were 21 years old again. They all put their arms around each other and their fallen star and said to the demons of the NBA, not today, not in our house, not in our city.

I think Mark Jackson put it best when he said, "for the rest of Rondo's career you can question every aspect of his game, but you can never question his heart." Well that goes for all those guys from Jermaine O'neal to Paul Pierce, you can question their age, their skills, their anything else, but not their heart, not their desire, not their will. It's undeniable. This is us. That's what the Boston Celtics have always been about, that's what this city has always been about, and these are the undeniable facts.

Posted by Mucc.