Morning, gang. I’m excited to report that I posted my first piece for Hardwood Paroxysm today. It deals, as you might expect, with the seemingly impending Phil Jackson hire, why it probably won’t work, and why it still might work.
Here’s some of it:
Where some billionaires buy art or cars or pricey new gadgets, Dolan buys Big Names. They are his vanity pieces. Their success and creativity qualifies them as things worthy of his possession, even his desire, but like any good vanity piece, they…well, it’s right there in the name. When that same success and creativity stop serving his vanity, when they instead challenge his vision of himself and his own place in the NBA pecking order, when they suggest a change in the obviously flawed direction in which Dolan and his coterie of yes-men and doormats have taken the Knicks, they cease to serve their purpose. Once that happens, they’re just high-paid, highly-visible reminders that lots of really smart people don’t think James Dolan is particularly capable of owning a winning NBA franchise. And then it’s over, just as it would be over if you hung a painting on your wall and all of a sudden it started talking to you when you had company over, telling you to get up off the couch and do a load of laundry and for the love of God call your parents every now and then.
Yes, this will probably fail. And yes, it’s still the right move.
Here’s the rest of it.
Happy reading and may your days be full of sunshine, smiles, and Buddhist executives.