First comes the light, and then the shadow follows. A simple process just like this can illustrate what goes on in our brain in all our experiences in life. We feel those lights and we will keep them in our mind with more or less ease and our imagination and memory will bring them back to life when we desire to do so. Sometimes they grow alive and resurrect on their own, creating an effect of either melancholy or dread. But we often neglect the fact that every impulse leaves a trace, every light casts its own shadow. Without light there is certainly no shadow, but neither is possible to recreate these experiences without the unavoidable mark left by the impression, the effect, the printing touch of the dark.
And therefore, we have many lights on our team. When the name Celtics comes to your mind you may think of Rondo, the Big Three or maybe Shaq. Sometimes you may also think of the fairy tale Ogre also known as Big Perk, of childish creatures as Shrek and Donkey and sometimes you just think about the director of this sports play: Mr Glenn Rivers
But as all lead during a second quarter, a month of March after an All Star and 41 games after the first 41 there are other elements that are there that keep the dream alive. A series of characters that get caught in the realm of shadows that have a sure influence and play a substantial role in the nature of the game. Without them, the lights don't last too long and as the shadow always dwells under the light it sustains, the roots and the ground for all dream lies in the deep underworld structure within.
We never remember the Shadows before a game, but we recall some of them after it. Just as a dream, we feel their presence and soon after we are just left with the feeling that we dreamed something. Depending on the nature of the Shadows, the dream can magnify the lights or can threaten it by becoming a sure nightmare.
Legends of bad dreams are still remembered in the New England area. Some say there was a certain shadow with the shifting pronouncing name of Blount. Others say that the myth of the Candy Man was once true while some children remember in tremor the legend of a shadow that fed on vaseline and turned mad during the dream. In other times the dream was confusing, the shadows playing a schizophrenic role. We all remember a shadow called Tony Allen whose silhouette often became clearer and a face appeared where only darkness had once existed.
The main shadow is named Jermaine O'Neal. If he had finally put an end to his once stellar career in the NBA he wouldn't have been remembered among the lights of these leagues. And neither among the shadows. JO first got in contact with the shadows in a game against the Detroit Pistons. He surely got deeper into Dante's Inferno of basketball when he visited the lands of Ontario and Florida. Wherever he looked for forgiveness he was greeted by the cold hands of forgetfulness. In Boston Jermaine has shown already that he will give the C's defense, blocked shots and team oriented fight. He is tough and he is talented, and he will try to fight his own demons that still try to pry him away from his resurrection. He was once a sure All Star and led his team into the Playoffs. Many fans have forgotten that. He certainly hasn't. He wants it back and he wants it now.
novel of Polish writer Joseph Conrad, Ainge tried to see if his Kurtz had already got lost in his quest in Europe. Some say he is still not recovered from his adventures in Greece and his failed attempts to come back to the NBA. Fans started to see some flashes of what could be the old Wafer. His shooting was back, his defense was better and his body was back into action. If the lights of this team keep him on track, Von could easily be a leader among the Celtics shadows.
a wing defender and three point threat. Ainge had spent all his energy and time in his journey and decided to visit the realm of lost shadows in his own town: Boston. There he found a strange and moody character. A player capable of doing a little bit of everything but that at some time during last season it seemed he wasn't capable of doing a little bit of anything. Lost, forgotten and banished from the memory of fans it seemed we had heard the last of Marquis Daniels. The long haired, vast tattooed forward started his climbing trip into the legend of the Celtics. He practiced the three point shot and discovered that his old wounds had healed during the long summer.
Together, those silent shadows will make the lights shine brighter and our dreams will open its way into the lands of Mr Stern to finally obtain the glory of a new championship for your Boston Celtics.
When you think of the Celtics, let some time to sail into the Realm of Celtics Shadows.
You certainly will not regret it. Pablo Pérez 10/22/2010 06:31:00 AM Tweet