The 95 Theses of Keeping your Faith in the Knicks’ rebuild

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In case you have a life, you may not have noticed the Knicks have 4 wins and 18 losses, including their last eight. The fallout’s been predictable: fans are questioning rookie coach Derek Fisher and rookie president/guru Phil Jackson. Haters be hating. Faith be faltering. But that’s the thing with faith: it’s when you really question it that it shines through. So in honor of Martin Luther’s 95 Theses, I wrote a 95 Theses for keeping the faith in the Knicks’ rebuilding effort. Check it out at Posting & Toasting.

Am I crazy? Or am I wrong? You decide.


At 11:00 this morning, I locked myself out of my house. It was raining, a cold sleet that soon became hail. I called the landlord’s cell. Straight to voicemail. Left a message. Texted. 15 minutes of waiting = no answer.
I texted a woman who lives upstairs to see if she knew where the landlord was–it’s a holiday; for all I knew, she’d left town. The woman upstairs was at work, but told me to go around the house and look in the landlord’s garage. She always leaves the garage door a bit open. If her car was there, I’d see it.

I went around and there was no car. But there was, I noticed, enough room to crawl under the garage door and, if the door to the house was unlocked, I could get back to my apartment, which was open. Lo and behold, it worked! I texted the landlord to let her know everything had worked out.

Over an hour later, she called back. Pissed. “Aghast” was the term she used. She’s “aghast” that I would do that to “her house.” She said I don’t know who’s in her house, and how dare I do that, and that next time I need to call her. I told her I did. She went on and on about how I need to call her. I pointed out I did call her. Left her a message. Texted. Called again. Called again. The woman upstairs also called her cell. And her business. No answer.

The landlord said if it happens again I should wait, even if takes an hour, even if it’s hailing.

Am I crazy? Or am I wrong?

Why I Haven’t Blogged As Much Lately

I haven’t blogged in a while. The semester’s crazy busy now, but that isn’t why I haven’t blogged. I’m behind on pretty much everything work- or writing-related. I’m behind for reasons that are sending me to a neurologist next week, because of what happened five thousand, one hundred ten nights ago.

On days like this, you best believe school's open.

On days like this, you best believe school’s open



Buffalo winters are so brutal, the people develop an unspoken collective agreement. People in New York City have unspoken collective agreements due to the lack of space; privacy and freedom are like the white spy and the black spy in Spy Vs. Spy: there is no endgame. Only the back and forth. Only the tide.

The winters are so soul-sucking, reach so deeply into you, they’re a violation of sorts, an internal wrongdoing. The only way to survive them after awhile is to block out portions. You get tunnel vision. Everyone at some point in a Buffalo winter turns on the autopilot and just breathes and stays upright till spring. Springtime in Buffalo is actual real magical spacetime. Earth exhales and the permaslush gray that seeps sky and street of life goes poof. Continue reading

Q: Guess who covered “one of the biggest sporting events in history” last night?

A: Me.


Last night Lebron James played his first home game in Cleveland since returning to his hometown Cavaliers after his highly-criticized departure four years ago. Cleveland played against the New York Knicks, who I cover for the great website Posting & Toasting. The game attracted media attention well outside the world of sports. The game was sold out for months at inflated prices and televised nationally. A glittering crowd of A-list celebrities were on hand–de rigeur for a game in NY or LA, but unheard of in Cleveland. Lebron himself, hardly a paragon of humility, called his homecoming “one of the biggest sporting events in history.”

Two unexpected twists on the road to “history”:

1) The Knicks missed the part where they play the sacrificial lamb and actually won.

2) I got to write the game recap for Posting & Toasting, my first game recap that isn’t just me talking to myself. Check it out. Tell your friends. If your friends are editors for sports sites looking to hire a writer, tell them first.