No sooner was the Boston Celtic playoff season over than the Silly Season began.
Let it be noted that we had a slight brain orgasm over the trade rumor that would send Blake Griffin to Boston. We have visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in our head-and so does Rajon Rondo over this notion.
However, since the March Hare seems to be with the Mad Hatter on Twitter over this, we need to note that the Celtics will send Paul Pierce, Kevin Garnett, Doc Rivers, and Lucky the Leprechaun to Los Angeles to satisfy the urge for going now being expressed by RuPaul's cousin, Chris Paul.
If Garnett and Pierce could put up with Rondo for years, they should be positively enchanted with the sanity and smoothness of Chris Paul.
Yet, the entire idea is so left of madness that we feel as if this is a notion cooked up by the lunatic inmates of Charenton under the auspices of the Marquis de Sade.
ESPN's diehard semi-journalists are reporting that rumors are now scenarios being considered by unknown NBA management types.
We fully expect that Ray Allen will jump ship after the ring ceremony with the Heat to play with his old mates. Will people stop at nothing to escape the influence of Rajon Rondo?
The deal is in the talking stages, resembling a conversation between Lamb Chop and Howdy Doody. You can see lips moving and strings being pulled, but the effect resonates with the surreal.
No one has made a deal that can't be refused, but the NBA Godfather has a horse's petute ready to be put under the Celtics' pillow.