I recapped the Knicks’ latest loss, a blowout defeat in Indiana. Only 110 days till the draft lottery! Hope, thy name is May 19th!
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Draft Prospects: D’Angelo Russell
The latest in my series of interviews on P&T found me in touch with Bob Baptist of the Columbus Dispatch, discussing Ohio State star D’Angelo Russell, one of the nation’s more intriguing young talents. Some compare Russell to Houston Rocket bearded wonder James Harden. That’s some heady comparing. I’ma defer to my boo Flo Davies on that one. ‘Cuz ain’t no one know heady like Flo Davies knows heady.
Draft Prospects: Myles Turner
The latest in an ongoing series looking at players the Knicks might add in next summer’s draft is University of Texas center Myles Turner. To sum up: he’s 18, he’s 6’11”, he blocks others’ shots and has a nice touch on his own. Gimme gimme gimme.
The longer you live, the farther you get from life
I recently joined Twitter. My decision was strictly work-related: I’ve been interviewing a lot of people lately for Posting & Toasting, and a lot of them, in place of email addresses, list Twitter handles for their contact info.
I left Facebook months ago and haven’t missed it one bit. In my first few weeks on Twitter, I learned it’s no social media. It’s antisocial. Took me a while to learn that when people tweet comments or links, they don’t do so to start a conversation. They don’t want to hear what you think about it. They just spit shit out, getting dozens, even hundreds of retweets. They’ll be favorited ad nauseam. But there are never replies. Audience is assumed, required, yet simultaneously superfluous. Twitter’s like a land whose people have three mouths and no ears.
Draft Prospects: Jahlil Okafor & Justise Winslow
I interviewed SB Nation college basketball expert Ricky O’Donnell on two Duke Blue Devils who could be future Knicks: consensus top prospect Jahlil Okafor, who is 19 and friggin’ huge, and Justise Winslow, who hopes to supplant Dwyane Wade as the NBA’s next seemingly-misspelled big name player.
On depression, darkness, dreams, and finding yourself: Stephon Marbury
Sometimes on this blog I write about life. Sometimes I write about sports. When I’m really, really lucky, I get to write about both at once. Today I wrote a piece about Stephon Marbury, a former NBA star who accomplished everything he wanted in life and found it left him empty, depressed, and wanting to die. He left the states and moved to China, where he’s resurrected himself as a ballplayer, a public figure, and a self-defined human being.
Steph was always a paradox during his time in NY. He brimmed with humanity sometimes, and at other times he was involved in some fucked-up things. In short, he was like me, and probably like you. He was a year older than me and lived one of the dreams I grew up with. When I was 16 I wouldn’t have wanted to be anyone more than him. In the end, we both had to learn the same lesson: getting what you’ve always dreamed of isn’t the same as being happy.
Draft prospects: Karl-Anthony Towns
The Knicks have a lot of holes to fill as they rebuild. A sweet-shooting seven-footer with the personality to light up New York could be a nice starting point. Enter UK’s Karl-Anthony Towns. I interviewed Kentucky basketball writer Glenn Logan from A Sea Of Blue about the player who may be the next big thing.
Draft Prospects: Willie Cauley-Stein
I interviewed Glenn Logan, who covers Kentucky basketball at A Sea Of Blue, about possible Knick draft pick Willie Cauley-Stein. I’ve never seen WCS play, but after Logan’s insights, I can safely say I’ve never wanted anything more in life than for the Knicks to draft WCS.
Prospects: Stanley Johnson + Emmanuel Mudiay
I interviewed two college basketball experts, Jason Bartel and Ricky O’Donnell, about two possible Knick draft picks: Arizona’s Stanley Johnson and Congo-by-way-of-China’s Emmanuel Mudiay. Here’s the link. Long story short: these are two young dudes who most Knick fans would be happy to have join the team.
My housemates now have a noose hanging in the backyard
Is there some benign symbolism behind a noose hung from a tree branch that I’m not aware of?
