When I was a senior in highschool, I was one of the captains on the football team. I was pretty good. Not great, but one of the better DTs in the section. I knew I could make a difference in games.
During the last game of the regular season, a chop block ruined my right knee. Six months, minimum.
We played our playoff game the next week, and standing there on the sidelines in a leg brace, watching the team lose by two touchdowns in a game that was never really in reach because they dominated us on the ground (not that I would've made that big a difference, almost certainly still would've lost) was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Truth be told, if it would've only happened during the 3rd or 4th game of the season, Im not even sure I still would've gone. It's so excrutiaingly hard to watch your brothers soldier on without you.
I have gained much respect for Rondo here. So much.