Doc Rivers is flirting with the idea of firing himself.
Perhaps he has lost the team in the same way that Terry Francona lost the Red Sox. We wait for the fake press conference when the owners of the Celtics claim that the time for Doc to move on has come.
Of course, Doc could follow with a book that reveals the owners to be a group of enablers who cared more about fame and fortune than winning. We could also discover that there has been a series of chicken and beer dinners after the game on the road.
The Celtics are collapsing now in historical fashion, like the Red Sox on steroids.
We have not had Kevin Garnett knock down a travelling secretary, and we have not had the owners throw a party for the players on a yacht, but the telltale signs are there.
Doc Rivers has discovered his bag of tricks is empty, and he has an increasingly galling group of players who are smug and self-satisfied.
It may be that Danny Ainge is like Theo Epstein-and should look to sign a big contract with another team as their president of operations. We hear the New Orleans Pelicants need a good administrator.
History may be repeating itself in Boston all too soon. One of the championship teams, with a beloved manager and front office winner, is going into the cellar for a decade. The fans are stocking the bomb shelter for a long winter.
Fingers will point, and tell-all books will come. We can hardly wait for the Patriots to collapse, but that will never happen .will it?