Midway through the fourth quarter of this game, I started feeling really sad. Was it because of the score? Nah. Losing to the Suns, in the grand scheme of things, is great. Watching the game less so, but whatever. I watched worse things (like, I don’t know, pineapple pizza). Was it because I had to set the alarm at 6:30 am to watch the game (March is by far the worst month in my job. I’ll probably pick up something like 320 hours of work at the end of this month)? Nah. I suffer from insomnia, it’s not that hard. Was it because I’m on a prolonged diet and have started developing some serious cravings at weird times? Yeah, a bit, but that’s a story for another day.
No, you see, I started feeling sad because I realized that what we’re hoping for about this particular iteration of the Knicks might not come into fruition and we only have 17 games more. They’ll be terrible, but they’ll feature (less than they should, damn you Fiz) Mitch Rob. They’ll feature augmented Iso Zo. They might even feature that lovable abomination of an NBA team employee, Frank Ntilikina. Come July, they might not be on the team anymore if we shoot for the moon (or our own feet). As soon as Mitch was called back to the bench with 5:30 left in the game, never to return the game, I felt like I should start to count the days. It’s a strange feeling. It’s the same you have when your highschool sweetheart tells you she/he’s going to leave town to go to a far away college. You love her/him. You will live every precious minutes you have together still unfazed in your love. But you count the minutes. The seconds. The sheer breaths. You know it’s not going to end well, and nothing lasts forever, even great November starting lineups (damn you Fiz).
So, even if the games are awful, and the coaching decisions are dumbfounding (I mean, why bother signing Jenkins and Ellenson just to trot out Lance Thomas as your backup PF and a strange lineup with DSJ, Mudiay and Trier all on the court together?), let’s keep on watching, guys. Let’s cherish the moments. We don’t know when the hope for our next superstar will be snuffed out like the last candle when everybody has left the New Year’s Eve party and you’re home alone, thinking back at when you were young and free. We know we have Mitch now, let’s make it count while we can.
Just a few quick notes about the game:
– DeAndre was back. He started. He posted a double double. He was useless.
– Mitch didn’t start and was blocked twice because he brings the ball too low. He also had 8 points, 8 boards, 4 blocks and 3 steals in 22 minutes. WHY IN THE HELL ARE WE NOT GIVING THIS GUY 30 MINUTES NO MATTER WHAT
– Mudiay had a terrible, terrible game. Apart from the numbers (2/1/1, 5 turnovers in 17 minutes) I can’t understand how ne never learned to pass the ball to a guy in the paint after a penetration or in the pick and roll. Mudiay is where sound basketball goes to die to get reborn as Fizdale magic. No more Mudiay! I beg of everything Knicks related, bring back Kadeem.
– DSJ numbers look much better than Mud’s, but he just padded his stats long after the game was effectively over. Very dull performance, nothing was working for any ballhandling Knick last night.
– Good numbers from Dot (15/9/5), but he disappeared from the game when he was needed too. His defense on Booker was badly unfocused.
– Good offensive game from Vonleh (15 points on 10 shots, caused Mikal Bridges foul troubles all night, was no match for Bender), but only 2 rebounds? WTF?
– Iso Zo got 12 points on 9 shots, still good efficiency but bad game for him too.
– 21 turnovers are really a lot. Especially compared to 17 assists, of which at least a quarter came in the last 4 minutes, when the game was completely over. Damn you Fiz.
– Pass on Knox. I won’t shoot at the Red Cross.
– Devin Booker had a monster offensive game (41 points on 23 shots), but I can’t bring myself to liking him. I think he’s no superstar and benefits from some strange media crush.
– There was a time, at the beginning of the third quarter, when Clyde seemed to have fallen asleep. Breen had to ask him three times the same question and, getting no answer, shouted WELL, CLYDE on air. Clyde got back on track quickly. I think this season is wearing on him a lot.
And that’s all. One of the most deflated game I’ve ever seen brings us closer to the Dolan’s Razor preferred ending: a surefire fifth pick. I’ll start saving money to buy a Cam Reddish shirt!