If it were even possible, Steve Balmer did not pay 2 billion for the Clippers and the league administration did not railroad out Donald Sterling for LA to trade away it's young franchise player in Blake Griffin, esp not for Melo.
In the rare and hypothetical case that it was offered to the Knicks ( in a world where the sky is made out of cotton candy and every girl looks like Ariana Grande in a bikini waiting to blow you) , the Knicks should say Yes.
I mean not just say Yes in a phone call, but fire flaming arrows from the sky and spell Yes with the arrow feathers sticking out of the ground amidst the smoke and haze. I'm talking about taking 150 Viking virgins and sacrificing them in a Yes formation on wooden pikes right outside of LA kind of Yes.
So he has an injury history, he's a young biracial (this matters for marketing) franchise core with jump out of the gym athleticism and no background of off the court problems entering his prime.
The Knicks though would never get that kind of deal, if it were even possible. To get that kind of deal, Steve Mills would need Polaroids of Balmer and three midgets, a goat, some coconut oil and an assortment of clothes pins, dishwashing gloves and a Magic 8 ball rigged to a strobe light to make it happen.
I know what you are thinking. Why do you need three midgets? Two would suffice. The answer? Someone needs to hold the camcorder.
So as you look for cotton candy in the sky, the Knicks would never get a trade offer like this. Never. You know how Jessica Alba will not show up at your doorstep next Friday with a suitcase of 10 million bucks, leave it there for you and say, "All I want in exchange is for you to empty your balls into me" That kind of "Never" is what I'm talking about.
