Rajon Rondo may be looking for some anger management classes in the off-season.
From across a crowded hallway, Rondo spotted a film cameraman with his red light on. Someone pushed the button and the ICBM came out of the silo and directly at the target.
It took more than ten paces to reach the offending party, whence Rajon Rondo got into the grill of said cameraman and informed him, apparently, for a second time, "not to film me."
Not since Greta Garbo walked off the movie set because her checkered black and white dress with the orange collar clashed with the klieg lights has there been such a scene.
Mr. Rondo on the attack is not a pretty sight. We'd rather face an army of Grace Jones clones on the march.
A little tense, Rondo was waiting for his big moment in the spotlight. He had to face the NBA press conference and discuss his bonehead play to end the playoff game with Atlanta. It was not a pretty night for the triple-double machine, and his nerves were frayed.
Cameramen everywhere now realized it is they who should be frayed. Very frayed.
The hostile outbursts from Rondo are now coming with more frequency and more regularity. Without Kendrick Perkins to defuse the situation, we worry about the next explosion.
If you like your drama on the order of Anne Boleyn (or is that Mata Hari?) facing the executioners, you can't beat watching Rajon Rondo in the final reel.