The look on Rasheed Wallace's face says it all. The Celtics cannot find their way out of this vacuum of ineptitude.
The Memphis Grizzlies held the Celtics to a 12-point first quarter and dominated the game.
Rudy Gay, O.J. Mayo, and to some extent Michael Conley, simply got whatever shot they wanted. Paul Pierce and Ray Allen continue their offensive funk and the Grizzlies took advantage of their lack of athleticism.
The Celtics look like a team that is emotionally drained, a dangerous position to be in. They have two choices: they can either collapse or find the added resolve that is needed to get through this.
To their credit they are not pointing fingers, but something is amiss on Causeway Street.
The March Hare would be proud of this schizophrenic group because opposing teams continually knife through Boston's porous defense. The players have to take ownership and do more than go through the motion of playing defense.
For a team that has championship aspirations, Boston cannot grasp the level of play that is necessary to get there. March is supposed to bring the magic of being green to the forefront.
The boys in green should be flashing their green power and vanquishing foes with their defensive intensity, but it has yet to happen.
There is a mindset that has to come over this team, the kind of mindset that requires them to look at themselves through the looking glass.
It will reveal their true nature, be it champions or just plain chumps.