Rajon is done in Dallas. He is pulled from the playoff roster, with rumors floating he won’t return in a Dallas uniform ever again. After his ten minute appearance, ESPN had this to say-
… Rondo emerged with headphone buds in his ears and ignored the handful of reporters who attempted to ask him questions as he walked toward the arena’s exits, his eyes never shifting from straight ahead.
So what was he listening to? To tune out the mess of reporters and to stroke the high level of anger and cynicsm running through him needs an appropriate soundtrack. Here’s what I think it was-
Suicide – Frankie Teardrop
The harrowing tale of a struggling Vietnam vet is both consuming and creepy. What better way to fuel your alienation on your own team than some Martin Rev?
Throbbing Gristle – What a Day
Genesis P-orridge nails the feeling of a bad day, backed by the cohorts of TG pounding it out in their weird fashion. Is there a player more probable to be a Throbbing Gristle fan than Rondo?
Blue Humans – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoIWSKHcvUU
Maybe Rondo needs something a bit more uplifting so he’ll go to the free jazz catalog of noted Ed Wood scholar (no, seriously) Rudolph Gray.
Fetty Wap – Trap Queen
I mean, duh. This song is great.