DATELINE: HARD KNOCKS on KNUCKLES
As Senator Howard Baker used to ask President Nixon, “What did you know and when did you know it?
Rajon Rondo is not a crook, but he had to ask the media: “Am I under investigation?” But his black arm band proves there is reason to mourn. Someone killed the Boston Celtics season and buried them with the Red Sox and Patriots.
Questions bounced off him like an NBA star off a trampoline.
Yes, Rondo, the truth police don’t buy your alibi. For the first time in history, Rondo mentioned his family—which has been verboten for the past seven years. So, if the NFL or NBA offers a shield, it is hiding behind your kids.
At least no one took a switch to Rondo. He plays switchies with himself. You don’t need the Watergate plumbers to solve this scandal because there was no whitewash at the Rondo house.
Since every reporter in Boston now thinks he is Woodward or Bernstein, we would point out that Edward and Leonard were great at their jobs, but never at journalism.
Alas, poor Rondo. This new era of coming clean means you have to knuckle under.
He can thank the NFL, Aaron Hernandez, Ray Rice, and Adrian Peterson, for this plight. No rock will be left unturned, and every screw will be turned.
You may well ask, “Who killed Cock Robin? And who killed the Celtics season?”
We don’t need Sherlock, Hercule, or Columbo, to give us the answer.