I'm guilty.

Like every Knick fan.

Of trying to make sense of a Knick team that continually disappoints, and trying to find a ray of light, putting all my hope in a team I love.

Why I don't know?


Why am I fan? Well I'm from New York. I grew up 5 blocks away from Madison Square Garden. And I went to Knick games before I even rooted for them. And my dad and I used to watch basketball games before he passed. I guess I was bound to either love or hate them.


Call me an ever-optimist, trying to find the positive in something that's meaningful to me.

Only to have it let me down again, and again.


The lesson?

Expect to get burned when you touch fire.



I'm still a fan, probably always will be.........but for now on, I'm just gonna try and watch the games and just enjoy them.

Maybe that's the way it should be with all meaningful things that let us down?

Like our parents.

Or girlfriends.



We can't change them, only they can do that internally.


So maybe we should just enjoy our time with them for as long as it lasts.


I for one am sick of trying to rationalize something that's irrational to begin with.....