Dear Avery Bradley,
I’m really sorry for your loss. Those 33 minutes of admirable energy, hustle, talent, and success were unfortunately wasted in your team’s cringe-worthy ‘performance’ against the Rockets. Houston may be one of the top tier teams in the West this season, but they certainly aren’t the 94-95 Bulls or the 02-03 Lakers. If we could have 10 clones of you, Mr. Bradley, this recap would be so much less painful. 24 points, 3 assists, 5 rebounds, and that plethora of mid range jumpers made this game watchable. While it was nice to see other members of Boston show a pulse in the first and final quarters (Bass scoring 6 straight, Bayless offense, Brooks energy), we all knew this game had no chance. The big men behind you seemingly forgot how to defend the post, to the tune of allowing 32 points to Dwight Howard and 12 rebounds to Terrance Jones. Your work on the perimeter was certainly admirable, holding James Harden to just 6 makes on his eighteen attempts, thus after Harden’s streak of five straight games with at least 25.
The offensive stagnation of tonight’s game can’t be on your shoulders either. Prior to the fourth quarter, not only were you the only Celtic with double digit points, but the only Celtic to make more than half his shots. While your offensive fourth quarter left some to be desired, the contributions from Jerryd Bayless nullified that. Conversely, your contributions did NOT nullify the entire team’s absence the entire game!! Our Celtics managed to hoist up over 100 shots this evening yet somehow make only 38 of them. You, Mr. Bradley, drained over a quarter of those makes while leading the team in minutes, steals, and three pointers made.
The tanking half of me wishes for Rajon Rondo to dominate the D-League for the rest of the season to better improve our lottery chances, but the smarter and more compassionate half wants our Celtic savior to return just to salvage this season for players like you; truly hard working guys who deserve so much more than what this season has shoved down their throats. So, Avery Bradley and all Celtics fans reading, I deeply apologize for that dreadful 24 minute stretch of the 2nd and 3rd quarter, and especially for that head-banging back-and-forth of Hack-a-Dwight game extension.
A Forever Faithful (yet disappointed and angry) Diehard