smackeddog wrote:mattshaw78 wrote:I don't want to be a downer but I think we can't win with Melo.
Well, in the 2 years we've had him, you're the first to express such a view, therefore you must me wrong.
Seriously, the vast majority of this board would like you to know that we not only cannot win with Melo, but you dayum better well keep your dog away from him! Just ask tkf!
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So this myth of SissyFuss is all about a very wise, clever man who decided he knew better than these stupid gods. He bargained with some idiot king over water and lightning bolts and decided that he could control all destinies involved in his little universe. As a result, he was doomed to an eternal punishment of pushing a rock up a hill and then watching it roll back down again.
Now some amongst us may think that there's a glimmer of majesty in SissyFuss because he can see the beauty in the doom and gloom in those scant moments right before the rock rolls endlessly back down again. Maybe there's some amongst us who truly believe that there's nothing that cannot be conquered with a fair amount of derision and scorn. As long as you have "facts" to back up said derision and scorn. There are obviously those amongst us who will stand, defiant, strong and well-squatted mentally (Shout out, IWG!) and shake our fists at the gods and forever be determined not to bow the knee.
There are those amongst us who truly believe they know better. And they will pontificate endlessly about how they know the noble way, the 8-fold path to chipland and the 14 perfect truths to rock happiness. And they will continue, endlessly and with a gleeful gloom about them, to inform you that you do not know what you do not know you do not now know. And they will stare pitiful stares at you, as you wave your pennant and swagger your Knicks cap and sing the songs of Melo. They will shake their heads at your happiness over some doofy division title and some fools gold, some once in a decade season.
They mock your hope. And rightfully so (to them). They've been to Miami. They've seen the king. They know that despite the past, despite all the fun jokes we had last season, Brooklyn is the burgeoning place to be. Indiana has the New Kid with the Block. Chicago is on their way all the way back. You represent the Knicked moron who always knows what he's going to order before he sits down to the menu with a thousand options and wines to pair. They are thoughtful, these who are in the grasp of true knowledge, the new Gnostics with all the facts, lists and stats that you just can't bare to deal with.
So they know that the Knick rock is just going to roll on back down the hill. They know the little small man-god owner is a douche. They know it in a way you never will. They may grimace through the strain of pushing at the Melo rock. But for that one brief moment, they smile smug smiles at the rock. Only because they know.
SO FUHUUUUUUUCK THEM! WE ARE WINNING IT ALL THIS YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!