"Isiah... Is it true that you ordered Mardy Collins to administer the Code Red?"




"You want answers?"




"I think I'm entitled."




"You want answers?"




"I WANT THE TRUTH!"




"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! Son, we live in a world that has salary caps, and those caps have to be guarded by men with balls. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Layden? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for JR Smith, and you curse the Knicks. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Mardy Collins' foul, while it was flagrant, probably saved my job. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves jobs. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at ultimateknick get togethers, you want me on that court, you need me on that court! We use words like effort, hustle, defense. We use these words as the backbone of a gameplan spent defending our homecourt. You use them as a means to bash me at every opportunity. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps to watch the very Knicks roster that I put together, and then questions the manner in which I put it together! I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a pen, and apply for the job. Either way, I don't give a DAMN WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE ENTITLED TO!!!"

fantastic.

great stuff TMS

TMS....fantastic. You also have alot of time on your hands don't you?

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