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Dolan, Zeke, Larry Brown, and every Knicks player should read this article and maybe give it one more season with everyone being committed to winning. Bring us a surprising season, but going back the other way this time.

Being a fan of the New York Knicks, it has been quite a pitiful plight these past few years. An extremely unpleasant and unfair adventure, if you will. But this past season was supposed to be different. But just when I thought it was safe to go into the water again, I found myself having my mouth torn off by what transpired. Being left absolutely speechless. It felt like I went from finally picking up all the pieces to abruptly having them knocked out of my hands. Instead of it being different, I am left feeling exactly as I had felt in the years prior; angry, embarassed and once again, betrayed.

"This isn't supposed to be happening," I constantly thought to myself. "No, no. no!"

And it wasn't supposed to be happening. This past season was supposed to have been the one where years of agony would finally come to an end. In the NBA, teams accustomed to winning usually have to get worse before they get better. And afterwards, everything is back to normal again. I fully understand this concept so I was certain the pivotal point for the Knicks had arrived where things were about to turn around.

This past season was supposed to be the one where years of bleeding would subside. And wounds were to finally heal. A sigh of relief was being breathed. Finally the drama —the roller coaster ride—was over.

The time had come. Or so I thought when I wrote Confessions of a Die-Hard Knicks Fan.

But instead of what promised to be an exciting campaign, we were treated to one of the most inept performances ever by a Knicks team in NBA history. In other words, there were a lot of basketballs dropped this past season. And while there is plenty of criticism to go around, I no longer see the point of wasting precious energy giving accounts of who did what and who didn't do what. They know who they are. Just as we witnessed one debacle after another, so did they. Just as we sat and witnessed their treasonous 23-59 record, so did they.

Frankly, I've had just about all I can take when it comes to the Knicks. And I say this, while being fully aware of the fact that I could never give up on the team. Even if I tried to, I couldn't. They became a part of me a long time ago. Like you, I bleed orange and blue. But as die-hard fans, where does it leave us when we are absolutely fed up with the level of incompetence that has been, and continues to be displayed? But due to our undying and sometimes undeserved passion for our team, we continue to remain trapped inside of this paradox known as the New York Knicks.

To quote professional boxer Muhammad Ali after his grueling 14-round fight with Joe Frazier in 1975, "This must be what death feels like."

Yes, this must be what death feels like. A slow and painful dead end feeling of misery. It has to be. Especially when the organization itself has become its own worst enemy as it continues to masquerade into deep humility. Thus leaving Madison Square Garden as nothing more than one big charade.

In the past few years, we have pretty much witnessed it all from these clowns. All that is, except a winning season.

As many will attest, nowadays it's simply not easy being a Knicks fan. At times, it can even be considered as a pretense filled with both compassion and confusion. Compassion as far as having feelings of concern and sorrow for the team whose colors you bled, but yet confusion because you realize the ones responsible continue to commit the very mistakes that got the organization into this bad predicament in the first place. Such a lack of awareness has inevitably led to a lack of understanding on the part of the ones who truly suffer—us, the fans. And it has now given way to little, if no sense of promise at all.

Let's face it, the New York Knicks have become a sham. They had already arrived at the point of being a laughingstock awhile ago. Now they only continue to sink to newer levels. I mean, even the Titanic came to a rest.

As fans, it seems we have pretty much exercised every alternative way of coping. In so many ways, I feel abandoned by the entire organization. Left to feel nothing but emptiness inside. And it seems that while all the theatrics are taking place on 7th Avenue and 32nd Street, with seemingly everyone making loose attempts to play their cards right, we the fans are the ones being lost in the shuffle.