The beauty of surviving the west coast death march with a scrap of dignity will serve our beloved Knicks well in April.
While the AARP New Yorkers struggle with an endless medical report, the Miami Heat are stampeding through the NBA like General George Patton. Their fantastic winning streak is the story of the season. While Rasheed Wallace and Kurt Thomas are in traction, Lebron is holding court and being measured for his next... "not two, not three... not seven..." rings.
Just the way we like it.
Yes, Tyson Chandler is out for two more weeks, Marcus Camby will probably turn his ankle walking through an airport security checkpoint and Kenyon Martin is playin WAY too well to keep it up, right?
Jason Kidd's minutes have become so much an issue that he doesn't practice on any day that ends with a consonant. Has anybody ever seen Chris Copeland block a shot? (He has a grand total of 7 /seven/ in 530 minutes played this season, which gotta be some kinda record)
JR Smith is an implosion waiting to happen. "JR, we love you homey!" Our Mad Scientist HEAD Coach Mike Woodson is brewing combinations that would be considered blasphemy in most traditional circles of jerks. Does he care? Not one damn bit. Mike learned from the Knight named Bobby and the Red of Holzman, so he could give a ratts butt about public opinion. THAT is the New York Way.
“Absolutely — I will never back off (the strategy of wanting veterans) We’re still sitting where we need to be, at the top of our division. And we just got to get some key pieces back, like Melo tonight, and get Tyson back in a uniform.” - Mike Woodson
We are bruised, battered, 'buked and bashed ... and on the doorstep of winning 50 games. Fidee.
The Miami Heat?
Big freakin' deal. We are the Knicks and (as the MSG Usher told The Answer Man during the Miami Heat Series in 1999) ..."DESE guys don't do nuttin' da easy way."
Are we not men?