For The Joy Of The Game
"I think (Carmelo) can lead us to a championship. He’s seen a lot of his peers in his draft class win one and that is driving him. He got his one in college, but he wants to win one in the NBA. He wants to win one for the city, we all want to win one for New York City." - Marcus Camby
Mike Woodson put an end to Carmelo's half-baked effort by demanding accountability. On the surface, accountability is a comfortable term for a press mob quote. Behind the Knicks locker room doors, it puts the responsibility for results squarely on Carmelo's shoulders.
According to Kevin Kernan of the New York Post, some of the older Knicks like Marcus Camby and Jason Kidd have done nothing but shower praise upon their new fearless leader. Even better, they've got big ambitions in their sights.
Enter Mike Woodson. He installs Carmelo as the made man on offense. There would be no fast-paced and impulsive shooting, but a balanced attack that created mismatches and emphasized toughness on both ends of the floor. Raymond is flawed, but he is a pit bull. Tyson Chandler is fierce. Jason Kidd knows every veteran move in the book and knows how to use them to his advantage. His prize student is 35 years old,
"I think each year (Carmelo) has actually been getting better and better as a player, but also as a person." - Marcus Camby
Carmelo is trying to reinvent himself, ever so slightly, while doing what he does best - create points from multiple angles and distances. Degree of difficulty? Unlimited. The change is subtle. He selects modest chunks of time to defer to his running buddies. He may always revert to his solo playground roots. That is something that will drive fans of perfect basketball crazy. This is an imperfect player. Still, he is deflecting passes and rebounding at a higher rate than last season.
He refused to sit during his Brooklyn homecoming. Stubborn. Driven. He never makes the clutch shot. If he has any backcourt help with the scoring load, the Knicks are 11-3. He smiles at times that a frown would be more acceptable. His rib pads absorb hits that would stop most seven footers. The shot falls and he goes to the line wearing an artificial sneer. It appears he is trying too hard to assume the mask of the villain.
We know better.