gunsnewing wrote:Word is Melo is only 85%

That's 85% of the minimum threshold needed to play....

2nd of a back to back.

It happens.

Maybe Melo should just let the Suns medical staff just touch his knee and make it magically get better!

Praise be......

One the one hand, it’s possible that the team is completely incapable of making a correct diagnosis. Roger Hinds and his team of wacky, meatball surgeons haven’t inspired much confidence in their skillz lo these many years. That’s problematic enough. But, honestly, I don’t think that’s the case. For some reason, the entire Knicks hierarchy is so insanely paranoid that they insist on hoarding information as if the results of an x-ray were a tightly guarded, heavily redacted state secret. It’s insulting. There’s no need to treat the fans and/or the media like the enemy. And it’s so easy to see through the bull****. There’s NO WAY that they didn’t perform an MRI on Carmelo. Of course they know the severity of his “hyperextended knee”. They’d be contractually liable/subject to a serious lawsuit if they didn’t perform some form of test beyond a Dr. Feelgood-type prod and poke. So when Woodson casually mentions pregame that he’s “worried” about the knee, naturally I assume the worst. I half expect that we’ll wake up tomorrow and find out that Melo’s actually deceased (Though if he did die, the Knicks would still list him as “day to day with an acute myocardial infarction resulting in death”). Just like they Knew Felt had a fractured finger all day yet insisted on spewing this crapola about a sprain for 24 hours. Why? I have no idea. But whatever the reason, it sucks massively inflamed donkey testes to realize that you’ve been had, you’ve been took and you’ve been bamboozled (again). I don’t know about you, but there are very few things in life that make me grind my teeth down to the nubbin in a dyspeptic, stomach-churning rage more than being bald-facedly lied to, where the prevaricator either assumes I am/you are a credulous imbecile who can barely read above 8th grade level and lists, “likes to color” as a hobby or honestly doesn’t give eight ****s whether I/you believe it or not. Fuck that noise. And **** you, James Dolan, for generally treating one of the most loyal fan bases in any sport like a bunch of mentally challenged, shiny-from-all-the-excess-drool-dribbling-down-the-front-of-his/her-chin numbskulls or some unknown gelatinous particle that you needed a shrimp fork with particularly sharp tines to dislodge from the grooves in the heel of his boot.

http://knickerblogger.net/knicks-99-suns-97/

This **** really drives me ****ing crazy.