By golly, I remember when being a fan of a team meant something. Other than pissing on 8-1 charcoal and blandly uttering euphenisms like "let the games be played, ye homer scum. My dark delirium tremens visions about this sheetrag team will come to pass, just you wait..."
Yeah, I remember thinking in the 80's...wow we really suhhhhhhuck...Louie Orr almost killing himself missing a dunk...Ken Bannister...suffering through Pat Cummings, Gondo! and Greg Butler... Matt Fish...Travis Knight...how come we have such a history of bad white people?
But you know, when the stooges were walking around with their lakers and bulls jerseys/hats on would give me sheehit, I'd just smirk and laugh. And inside, they knew I was right. This is New York Knicks land. You want to pretend about some other franchise, move to Boston. Change your name and get a birth cert that says you were born at the YMCA in Springfield, Mass. Maybe I'll take you seriously if you go through that amount of trouble. Otherwise, stuff your front running ways and move on.
Why does anyone give into the NY sports media anti-homer mindset? Is it really that bad to be John Sterling-y about the Knicks? Does walking the darkside and peeing on your team give some sort of internal satisfaction that your last beer buzz or weed is not providing? Is it soooooo much more gratifying to be right about what's possibly wrong than to just actually enjoy the team?
Negative threads, man, negative threads.