Another night comes around,and it ended without sleep. Such a long time to endure the loneliness without the Celtics. The stars are scattered all over the sky, and they remind me of Rondo dimes. Above the dreams that fly through the clouds, are nightmares of fading team icons like KG,and Ray. Dreams of my love for the Big three still always leave me with the same taste. Somehow tonight it tasted bitter, and my heart never stopped beating.
For a dreamer like me to make believe possible trades,or how the contracts will workout with KG, and Ray, would it be different if I never know how to dream? And hanging onto the reality I’ve been living in for the past week. This era could be ending because of ego? Because of money? I don't know if it's ending, and I don't know if ego,and greed will ultimately end it.
Would it be different if I never knew how to love the Celtics. But life is endless if we never turn the steer. I will never know how to be gratefully blessed. If I never taste the bitterness of a broken heart again, I will be mistaken, because the championship drought could be longer. Something right only comes from what is wrong.No matter how hard the Celtics tried this season, it’d never felt any thing less than .Until the day I find my way back to love someone better.
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paul says...
I don't think to criticize KG is make him a scapegoat. But maybe you think we should worship him.
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