DATELINE HUMOR!

Having one’s head served on a silver platter is not always a good sign of life.

Mark Twain, more or less once said, reports of my death are exaggerated, but Celtics reports are understated by the undertakers.

Charles Foster Kane died with “Rosebud” on his lips. Can the Big Three go with the dying word: “LeBron” on their breath?

Julius Caesar reported cried out, “Et Tu, Brute,” when the three-pointed dagger went into the soft spot. Celtics would have to cry out, “Et tu, Glen. Et tu, Jeff, and et tu, to all of tu on the bench.”

In the original Scarface, Eddie G. Robinson called out in a hail of bullets, “Mother of Mercy, can this be the end of Rico?” Shall we hear Doc Rivers in a press conference tell Celtic Nation, “Can this be the end of our Big Three and me?”

Sydney Carton faced the guillotine with the words, “It’s a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before…” and injured starting Celtics will have to lament, “It was a far, far better team we had three years ago…”

Hamlet himself pondered the inevitable with the age old inquiry, “To be or not to be, that is the question…”

Edgar Allan Poe found a talking bird that told us about mortality with one word, “Nevermore.”

Captain Walter Kurtz in Apocalypse Now watched the end with the words, “Oh, the horror! The horror!” And, Celtic Nation may well see the apocalypse of the Big Three to the cries of “Long Live the Big Three.”

Omar Khayyam once said, “The moving finger, having writ, moves on…” But, we true fans prefer to hear old Peggy Lee singing, “If that’s all there is, then let’s keep dancing, let’s break out the booze and have a ball if that’s all there is.”

William Russo has a new e-book that skewers Rajon Rondo, entitled RAJON RONDO: SUPERSTAR. The old standby SEX, DRUGS, SPORTS & WHIMSY, volumes 1 and 2, are also ready for download to smartphone, computer, or even a Kindle.