Not a creature was stirring with the Celtics on this holiday. They were afraid that the fat cats of the NBA would catch them and make a mouse meal of the tiny and shy creatures that life on the precipice of the salary cap.
Yes, the once mighty mice that could roar with the best of them were now cringing in their little hole, unsure if they were prepared for a west coast road trip that could make or break their confidence.
Previously on an episode of the soap opera of the Boston Garden minx, the feisty little mouse named Rajon Rondo took it upon himself to bell the tomcat of the NBA.
For those with short memories, Rondo unsheathed his fangs and went after the Brooklyn Nets big dog, Kris Humphries, forever known as the man who lived in Kim Kardashian's doghouse for several months. Their short battle had all the earmarks of Ali-Frazier rumbling in the jungle's front row.
Like certain Chihuahuas and Yorkie terriers, Rondo has convinced himself he is larger than life. You probably can thank an enabling media whose livelihood rests on the public buying stuff they don't want.
With rumors and rumors of reports that the Celtics locker-room has become a place where field mice and church mice don't mix too well, Rondo's "leadership" has been spread like a cheap cheese dip on every cracker served to the fans.
Now the trap is set, and the cheese and dip will be served up like catnip to the fans on Christmas Day.
If a tree grows in Brooklyn, Kris Humphries has marked this territory with the scent of Pepe le Pew-Rondo, beware. The Road Runner and the Coyote never had it this bad. Alas, Humphries was a scratch in the game. It was a pain in the groin apparently.