There’s something odd with me. I got off a plane, and traveling in that manner usually messes you up. Either you’re jet lagged from a time zone difference, you’re exhausted from sitting in a tin can for half the day, or American Airlines accidentally ships your luggage to a country that ends in “guay”. Even if your flight lands without a hitch, there’s always something else that could make sleeping in your own bed again a foreign feeling. It could be the three mile hike to exit the airport from the terminal, boxing out the family of 13 at the baggage claim (do grandma and the twins really need to take up prime real estate at the carousel?), or the inevitable bumper to bumper traffic filled taxi ride to your door.
Even if those things don’t occur, there could be something at your house that causes you to feel off kilter. For instance the milk could be spoiled. Or the team that’s won a quarter of their games beats the snot out of another team.
In a way the Knick team I saw tonight is much like the team I’ve wanted to see all year. On offense no single player was dominating the ball. Just about every player was looking to make the extra pass, and yet the turnover count was low. Jamal Crawford was taking reasonable shots. Nate Robinson had 8 assists. Balkman was a basket and a board from a double-double in just 18 minutes. On defense they held the other team to a 45.1% eFG.
I need to get a full night’s sleep.