Let’s be honest: without rivalries, professional sports is a bunch of genetic freaks running around in pajama-ish clothes while millions of people watch and displace their failed adolescent dreams on them. That’s no fun. But rivalries…ahh, when the blood is angried up, then shit gets real. If you’re gonna displace, after all, why not displace something useful? Like hatred?
In part 1 of a two-part series, I looked at three Knick rivalries: the 70-year conflict with the Boston Celtics, the psychologically torturous bicoastal beef with the L.A. Lakers, and the now-dormant but once-fierce-as-the-fires-of-Mordor battles with the Baltimore Bullets. Please remove all metal objects from your person, take off your footwear, and prepare for a flight back in time, when sports-hate still roamed wild and free.