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.
“Let’s lower all the crazy for a while and see what that’s like.” (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File)
If you’ve ever been seriously ill, you know how remarkable it is to simply feel normal afterward. For 15 years, the Knicks have acted as if they suffer from a horrible illness and refuse to take their meds. In the year and a half since Phil Jackson took over, they’ve acted as if they’re a normal, healthy organization. Normal = remarkable. I wrote about it at P&T today. I even used pie charts. Check out my pie charts.
A late-rising mystery man in this year’s NBA draft is Murray State point guard Cameron Payne. I reviewed his game for Posting & Toasting. Here’s an apertif:
“Player comparisons are like cancer: inevitable irregularities that bloom to the point they overwhelm their point of origin. Consider: Payne’s one of only 13 collegians ever to average at least 20 points, 5 assists, 2 steals, and 2 three-pointers per game for a whole season. One was Steph Curry. Eight never played in the NBA. The best after Curry? Jason Terry. Drafting a Steph Curry’s unlikely, but not unheard of (as Knick fans know all too well). Curry dominated lower-level competition, then dominated some more in the NBA; so did Damian Lillard. Those are Payne’s best-case scenarios.”
One of the NBA draft’s most promising yet perilous prospects is 19-year-old Latvian Kristaps Porzingis. I reviewed his game over at P&T. A hint of what you’ll find:
“7’1”, with a quick release, a wet jumper, infinite range, the athleticism to beat bigs off the dribble, the hops to finish strong, the height to post the sub-84-inchers of the world, and an unholy amalgam of wingspan and footspeed on defense feeding on the souls of NBA offenses…and yet, more than one scouting report included the phrase ‘the new Bargnani.'”
Over at P&T I reviewed the life and times of Emmanuel Mudiay, who may be a New York Knick in a month. Click here to learn about the mysterious talent from China, by way of Texas, by way of Kinshasha.
My real-time account of the existential nightmare that was last night’s 2015 NBA draft lottery, where out of 14 teams eligible, the only one to get screwed was the Knicks. Read it here. Or, to make a long story short, enjoy the sensation of endless falling.
The Celtics beat the Knicks 96-92 tonight. I recapped for P&T here. This was like watching two teams of fourth-graders going at it. Everybody’s hustling. Everybody sucks.
The Knicks beat the Spurs! The worst team in the NBA beat the defending champs! I wrote the recap of one of the most dramatic games of the season. I also exposed my disdain for/ignorance of high school science, mixing up potential and kinetic energy. I tried to excuse the error by admitting that chemistry was the one subject I’ve ever studied I couldn’t get into. A commenter pointed out “Isn’t energy physics?”
I rest my case.
I wrote about Knick President Phil Jackson’s first-year approach at Posting & Toasting, specifically focusing on payroll, prospects, and personnel moves. Long story short: his moves so far make sense, which is unusual for the Knicks. I trust him, which is unusual for a Knick. And we’ll need at least another couple years to really know how trusting the man and his moves has worked out. Short story long: click the link.
I recapped the Knicks’ latest abomination, a 38-point loss to the low-but-not-as-lowly-as-the-Knicks Sacramento Kings. Long story short: this was the worst performance by the Knicks in the worst season in their 69-year history.