EXT. WASTELAND. NIGHT. Winds blow ashy dust through the streets of a destroyed city. A half-burned billboard for "Ubuntu: Believe!" hangs off its original signage. Suddenly a hatch opens from the street and from it emerges a slender figure with disturbingly long fingers. He scowls as he looks around finding no one. A knee brace holds him steady as he leans down and licks ash from the street. With a grimace he reaches up and pulls a green headband on then shuffles off into what was once a proud city. MAN: Truth?! Brother! His words echo through empty streets and off abanoned buildings. He is alone abandoned left to rebuild. And that's pretty much how I envision Rajon Rondo entering the 2013-2014 season with the Boston Celtics. Rajon Rondo was left behind. When I say that I'm not blaming Paul Pierce or Kevin Garnett. This is a business those players have to look out for the end of their careers and they both provided guidance for Rondo as to what happens next in his brilliant complicated career. But the fact remains that a team that told itself it was about brotherhood family ubuntu and sacrifice saw its members scatter to the wind in search of gold when they knew the bomb was going to go off. And for the first time this complicated complex hilariously surly point guard finds himself with no one to shoulder the weight and a somehow-increased level of expectations on his shoulders. Rondo belongs to an undefined and yet iconic group of players that are described in contradicting terms. He's lauded as one of the league's best point guards but pointed to as not being as good as the Celtics have needed. He's criticized for not being able to shoot or score enough despite shooting 51 percent from 16 feet to the 3-point line last season via Basketball Reference. He's the team's emotional leader but a surly snarky malcontent who has driven his coach to the ends of madness and allegedly helped drive Ray Allen to Miami.
Rajon Rondo and the Celtics' age of apocalypse
CBS Sports | Aug 21