You might have noticed the frequency of this blog has been squelched a bit. Two factors reign: 1. All of the beat writers are trying to stay more than an arm's length away from the Isiah-Anucha trial (it's not our territory and we have to work with this man, for better or for worse, over the course of the coming season); 2. I've got the dreaded summer cold that no legal drug in the world can overcome.

Sledgehammer, meet head.

Reading the coverage of the trial only makes my head feel worse. All the he-said, she-said B.S. that's fit to print. Innuendo and allegations. Let's toss the intern under the bus while we're at it. I wonder if Anucha plans to share any of the cash winnings with this girl now that her name's been revealed and her involvement (regretted or not) with Stephon Marbury publicized to help support Anucha's case?

Man, I don't want to know. Don't want to know. Good thing for me I've only been around this team on a daily basis for a year. I don't know enough about the people behind the scenes or what goes on there.

What I know is you can often look up to see where the rain is coming from; in this case, James Dolan is the black cloud. Poor leadership degenerates even the greatest empires. Not breaking any new ground here, I know. But it's the only result I get after compiling all of the information I've had to read about this ridiculous trial that comes weeks before the opening of what is supposed to be a promising season.

And we can't even enjoy that right now.

And it isn't even rain.....