You are now entering the Rajon Rondo Zone.

There is nothing wrong with your cable television. Do not attempt to adjust the point guard. He is controlling the transmission.

If Rondo wishes to make the crowd sound louder, he will bring up the volume. If he wishes to make a soft pass, he will tune the Big Three down to a whisper. He will control the offense. He will control the defense.

Rondo can roll the images you see. He can make your heart flutter. He can change the focus of the game to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity.

For the entire 48 minutes, sit in quiet desperation and Rondo will control all that you see and hear.

The Boston Celtics want to repeat:

There is nothing wrong with your cable television reception. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind of Rajon Rondo to...the NBA Finals.

The NBA Finals.

The final frontier: Where no team has gone 18 times and won.

The Day the Earth Stood Still rapidly approaches.

These are the adventures of the Boston Celtics, whose mission is to explore combinations off the bench, to seek out life on planet Rondo and to boldly go where no point guard has gone before...

There is another dimension to the Boston Celtics—a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to mortal NBA teams.

For a team to reach 18 banners, you must enter a dimension beyond Twitterverse, outside the realm of social networks and into a dimension as vast and as timeless as infinity.

Yes, the Celtics want Rondo to take them to that odd field, between light and shadow, between the science of angles and three-point shots.

For Rondo, victory lies between the pit of his defensive lapses and the summit of his knowledge.

This is the dimension of competitive imagination. It is an area that the Boston Celtics call "The Rondo Conundrum."

Fans are traveling through another dimension after the trade of Kendrick Perkins and Nate Robinson, not only of sight and sound, but of mind’s fury from a point guard scorned.

Will it be a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of Los Angeles or Chicago?

That’s the signpost up ahead.

Your next stop: The Playoffs.

You unlock this door to the playoffs with the key player called Rondo.

Beyond the door is another dimension, a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight and a dimension of mind.

You are moving into a playoff series of both alley-oops and peculiar passes, of palpitating moments and of streaks of temperament.

You have just crossed over into The Rondo Zone.

Special thanks to Rod Serling, Gene Roddenberry and Robert Bloch.