Well, those two weeks this past winter were fun, huh? Here’s something smart that someone wrote in light of this endlessly discussed issue:
“If you are a Knicks fan who hasn’t turned on your team already, you might as well wait until the third year of Jeremy Lin’s contract to find out if he is a star or an oft-injured salary cap albatross who never matched his first-year production. Linsanity could end up being a cultural reference that is on the same level as Crystal Pepsi, pogs, or the Bash Brothers. It’s not like Mike Woodson was really going to figure out the Knicks offense anyways. Knicks fans already have to face the fact that the Nuggets have a better record since the Carmelo trade, even though they are happy to forget as they watch him play hero ball during an exciting Sunday-afternoon game. The Brooklyn Nets are just as annoying as the Knicks when it comes to operating as a wannabe superstar destination that doesn’t have enough flexibility to build a complete team, so Knicks fans might as well stay put and hope Amar’e finally has the career-ending injury that fulfills his destiny as the Most Injury-Prone Man Alive and wipes his contract off the books.”
Want to read another smart paragraph that rationally dwells on the irrationality of this whole thing? By a WOMAN, nonetheless! Here:
“Several hours into a wedding this weekend, I glanced at my phone to see the name ‘Kurt Thomas’ all up in my Twitter feed. We’re still making these jokes? I thought. The Camby signing was days ago! Alas, I’d forgotten one of the rules of thumb of being a Knicks fan: If it sounds like a punch line, it’s probably true. And so a day of cartoonish courier dodging ended in controversy: The Knicks, everyone’s sources started to say, would not be re-signing Jeremy Lin. Here’s the weird thing, though: I’m not even mad. Bewildered? Yes. SMH? Sure. Occasionally bursting into peals of maniacal laughter? Every few minutes. But for whatever reason, this is just (bad) business as usual to me. These are the Knicks. These are my Knicks, the same team I’ve known and loved and absolutely despised for pretty much my whole life — the epic dysfunction, the ‘Garden Kremlinologists,’ the fact that a pal of mine can write a reasonable, measured take on the team’s offseason and then have the entire thing rendered obscenely obsolete within hours. I wouldn’t even begin to judge anyone for whom this is the last straw; anyone who says ‘fuck this noise’ and buys one of these kick-ass tees and never looks back, except perhaps in disgust. Vaya con dios, in this case dios being Jay-Z. But there’s no way I could do it myself. It’s barely even crossed my mind. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, or maybe it’s just that I’m no longer living in Brooklyn, where the walking distance to the Barclays Center would be tantalizingly short and the lure intoxicatingly strong. Maybe I’m stubborn, or stupid, or both. But I’m sticking around. I’m going down with the ship, playing ‘Go New York, Go New York, Go’ on a waterlogged and out-of-tune violin. I may be a bitter old biddy by the time the Knicks finally win a post-‘70s title; more likely, I’ll be dead. But I just truly don’t think I could ever imagine it any other way.”
Both via Grantland’s Dumb Office Arguements: Are Knicks Fans Allowed to Become Nets Fans?
(Yes, to all the people that only digest skateboard media, this is still a skate site. Sorry, but this is kind of a big deal.)
Whatever. Another year, another stupid Knicks season.Tweet