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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Rajon Rondo: The Kid


It's sad.  Very sad.  Here we sit with one of the most freakishly talented point guards that's ever dawned the green and danced the parquet, and the guy (or I should say "kid") continually fails to comprehend what it takes to be a professional.

What is it about Rondo that makes him think it's kosher to throw water bottles through televisions when his coach criticizes his play, show up minutes before game time when he's not getting his way, and now chest bump referees during playoff games when your team is down by four points with minutes to play?  Did he win a title too early in his career and is now saturated by a sense of entitlement?  Maybe he simply has not matured yet as an individual.  Maybe he's just a 25 year old dude.  I mean, hell, look at the maturity level of these 25-year old dudes.

Or maybe our city has been spoiled by being fortunate enough to watch the most professional quarterback to ever walk the earth, who set the bar just too damn high for every other athlete in this city.  I don't know.  But all valid questions that should be asked.  And questions Rondo should listen to.

HOWEVER, let's not forget that at one time in the not-so-distant past, Paul Pierce, my favorite all-time Boston athlete, who has been showered with compliments from talking-sports-heads round the NBA globe for the last few years about how mature and unselfish he was in sharing the Celtic spotlight amongst the addition of Allen and Garnett a few years back, pulled this little stunt during a 2005 first-round playoff game after being ejected for a rookie-like double technical incident, while later showing up to the post game press conference with a fake bandage around his face.  I wouldn't  exactly call that owning up to your actions either. (And on a side note, that was Doc Rivers' first year as head coach of the C's, so it's not like Pierce and Doc have always seen eye-to-eye either).

I'm not minimizing Rondo's actions, as he certainly does need to grow up, and grow up fast.  But everything's not lost for this 25 year-old beast of a point-guard.  Give him time, people.

But if you're reading this, Rajon, do me a favor and let your court vision do your talking for you instead of your emotions.

And for the love of God, work on that fucking jump shot.

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