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Knick fans have been called the most loyal of all New York sporting fans. The fact that the Garden still draws crowds with the organization in its current state (i.e. shambles) says something about the Knick faithful. Maybe the rattle-your-jewelry crowd just needs a place to keep warm. I don't know how anyone but a complete boob or a die-hard fan could go to the Garden to watch this horrid excuse for a team. The call for Isiah Thomas' job has reached new heights in recent days (despite the fact the Knicks actually won a game last night). But I'm afraid that with Jim Dolan running the team, Thomas is only part of the problem. Still, he can't split soon enough for most of us who care even a little. The sooner we're rid of this snake-oil salesman the better.
Which brings me to another bit from an old Sport magazine that I ran across recently, circa 1976. From a cover story on Earl Monroe (the original "Magic" though he's of course better known as "Pearl") by Woody Allen:
My impressions of Monroe [when he played for Balitmore]? I immediately ranked him with Willie Mays and Sugar Ray Robinson as athletes who went beyond the level of sports as sport into the realm of sports as art. Seemingly awkward and yet breathtakingly graceful...Then in 1971 he got traded to the Knicks...Could he play alongside Walt Frazier? Frazier was then the premier all-around guard in basketball and had set standards so high that years later when he might be off his game a fraction and could no longer single-handedly win games, the fans could not deal with it and turned on him. I found this unforgivable and it certainly says something about the myth of the New York sports fan.
Woody reluctantly went to talk to Monroe at the players' upper west side apartment. When he arrived, Woody was greeted by Pearl's girlfriend ("My God, she's packed into those jeans with an ice cream scoop.") Monroe was out running errands, so Woody and the girlfriend chatted...for a few hours. Monroe never showed up, and finally Woody excused himself.
I back out the door, dumbling and apologizing, for what, I don't know. Then, walking home this sunny, Saturday afternoon, I think to myself, how wonderful. This great athlete is so unconcerned about the usual nonsense of social protocol. Unimpressed by me, a cover interview, and all the attendant fuss and adulation that so many people strive for, he simply fails to show up. Probably off playing tennis or fooling with his new Mercedes.Whatever he was doing, I admired him for his total unconcern...That night, Earl scored 28 points and had eight misses against Washington; the next day he tossed in 31 points against the same team.
I thought about how Sport's editors had relayed Monroe's enthusiasm about the prospect of our interview. I thought, too, that if I had missed an interview I'd be consumed with guilt. But that's me and I'm not a guy who can ask for a ball with the team down by a point, two seconds left on the clock, and, with two players hacking at my body and shiedling my vision, score from the corner. If I misse the basket and lose the game for my team, I commit suicide. For Monroe, well, he's as nonchalant about that tension-strung situation as he is about keeping appointments. That's why I'd tense up and blow clutch shots, while Monroe's seem to drop through the hoop like magic.
Boy, the Knicks sure could use some magic these days. But even Houdini would have his hands full making this bunch disappear.
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all i can say is wow.
My friend/colleague asked what should be done about the Knicks, and Woody said this: "I think they're a great, great supporting cast in need of a leading man. That's how I would look at it as a filmmaker. They're very, very talented. They just need one more thing, and I think it would all suddenly come together, and people would be very pleasantly surprised."
Unfortunately, my guy didn't get to follow up for the rebound, and ask who, or what that one "thing" (Pearl!) might be -- or suggest that the best addition might be the subtraction of Isiah -- but clearly, the Woodman is still a diehard.
I guess Woody was just being polite not mentioning Isiah, but it's also possible that "the neurotic artist" is still so in awe of "the unencumbered player" that he fails to see what a walking disaster player is as a basketball executive.
Last time I was at the Garden was about a year and a half ago, a Springsteen hootenanny. Sat directly beneath one of the old Knick banners thinking what a foolish disgrace this team has become. And think how worse it's gotten since.
I still bump "Delancey St" & "Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble" from time to time. The latter has darker lyrics than what was released on the Fresh Prince's album.
Sounds like he's calling for a point guard...
And, what, since Ortiz doesn't get mentioned (thank you, Mitchell), he gets a free pass? But Roger has to return his Cys?
Gimme a break. I hate Schilling. Cheater. Blowhard.
Wasn't he also known (in the Rucker League and in other places where his unorthodox genius could most fully flourish) as Black Jesus? That's my understanding, and it was also my inspiration for my self-given nickname while studying and flourishing as never before in pickup hoops games during a semester abroad in Shanghai: White Confucius.
I've always hated the C's, I learned to hate the Celtics before I learned to hate the Red Sox. Growing up in the 80's, it was only after Rags' no-hitter and him K'ing Boggs in '84 did I start to hear and learn more about the history between the Sawx and Yanks, but I never fully understood it till I got much older - my teenage years.
The Celtics with Bird, McHale, Parrish and DJ, were the team I first learned to hate with a passion. I hated how the Bulls constantly broke my heart, but I did admire their intensity and I loved watching Jordan play - he was Pedro, before there was a Pedro. The difference with the Jordan Pedro was that he actually was a NY killer. The Celtics, however, represented something worse in my eyes...was it their uniform, the Garden, Johnny Most, fan base, etc? I just despised everything about them. But my Knicks never stopped playing hard in those days, the Knicks had a lot of lovable players then:
Gerald Wilkins
Kiki
Trent Tucker
Oakley
Ewing
Mark Jackson
Greg Anthony
Doc Rivers
Mason
I miss my Knicks, I don't even recognize the franchise any longer. It's not even the team, it's the entire organization - just like you said, Alex. Zeke is only part of the problem. I'm afraid the Knicks will be awful till at least 2015. The team and franchise have no heart
Between St. John's and the Knicks, the NY basketball you can see is probably at Rucker Park.
What a great gig, what a great experience.
And speaking of that film, I've noticed Woody has a thing for Mahler.
Everyone Says I Love You features Mahler 4 as Julia Roberts' aphrodisiac.
Husbands and Wives features Mahler 9 as the symphony Judy Davis and Liam Nison go to see on their first date. Judy Davis says, "It began well...he should have cut it down...it was a bit long."
And in Manhattan, Mahler has a place in the old Academy of the Overrated. He's the first mentioned, iirc.
If only you could have asked him what his deal is with Mahler, I'd love to know!
Oh well, next time.
:)
Didn't like the Celtics either. Few people were happier than me when the Knicks came back from being down 0-2, winning gm 5 @ the Gah-den.
Was too in awe of the Bulls (er, Jordan) to really hate them.
Pat's missed finger roll against the hated Pacers in '95 still kills me. A bunch of us were caravan'ing back from the Shore after my senior prom, listening to the game on the radio. I remember hearing the missed shot, and seeing my friend punch the roof of his car, a few lengths ahead. These being the days before cell phones, we all coordinated to pull off at the next rest stop and commiserate. My girlfriend at the time was about as fired up as I was, God bless her. I imagine if we'd stayed together, we'd be going all Bonnie and Clyde (Barrow, not Frazier) on Isaiah and Dolan right about now.
The schadenfreude of Red Sox fans shows how much people are missing the point. Sure, Yankees were using PEDs, but so were players on every other team, including Red Sox. And not just Gabe Kapler, but stars. Schilling and Ortiz? Why not? For that matter, Yankee fans shouldn't assume that the list is complete. Tino Martinez, even Derek Jeter? Again, why not?
Some people are suggesting that the Yankees' championships should be re-evaluated. That's just all wrong. I assume that every team had its users, and hence that the teams as a whole were competing on an even playing field.
And I may not be the most religious person, but I prayed for a Knicks-Suns final in '93.
Nah, I wasn't in awe of the Bulls, just flat-out loathed them. I was a Jordan fan when he was at UNC and then during his early years, but when they got so good and spanked the Knicks repeatedly, I just hated the guy. For what it's worth, however, I think you can argue that, out-manned as they were, those Knick teams gave the Bulls a tougher time than virtually any other team. I'll never forget watching the Finals in horror when His Airness had 103 temperature or whatever it was, and the Jazz just let him take open shots. Man, if Jordan came out sick against the Knicks, you could bank that he would have been taken out on a stretcher by halftime. The Knicks were boneheads and bruisers. They weren't a great team, but they were tough.
I was looking at job opportunities at Cablevision a few years ago and spoke with a contact there. She mentioned that Jim Dolan is a total a-hole who loved to manage by screaming and was more concerned about the Knicks than Cablevision. The best thing he did, actually, was that he hired people that were capable of running the company, because he certainly wasn't capable.
18 For me, there were bad feelings at the time that have slowly gone away as time has passed. I remember feeling both anger and wonder at how Jordan could single-handedly torch the Knicks. Pippen was a guy that I hated, all his whining, sitting in '94 when Phil called the last shot for Kukoc.
10 Trent Tucker, wow. I remember when he hit that 4 point play against the Bulls in the '89 playoffs (too bad they lost). He also did the impossible and hit a game winning shot with 0.1 seconds left. I forgot when that happened. They implemented the rule that it can only be a tip in with less than .3 seconds left after that.
16 I remember when the Knicks came back against the C's that year, I was so happy. I still remember during the 80's I was convinced that Bird could never dunk because I never saw it, then one game when the C's were playing the Knicks he intercepts a pass and goes down the court and he f'ing dunked.
I was heartbroken, I could have gone my whole life not seeing Bird dunk. I don't remember seeing Bird dunk again, thankfully.
You're right; the Knicks may have been outmanned, but they made up for it by playing tight D. And that is correct, they were a bunch of bruisers back then. Don't remember many bonehead/thuggush moves; at least nothing other than Charlie Ward in the '97 playoffs.
They played the game so tough that the NBA instituted rule changes after the '94 Finals. "No blood, no foul," is the way it should be :)
Damn, I miss those days.
And since we're reminiscing about the Knicks of the 1990s, may I offer my nomination for the greatest dunk of all-time: Starks' left-hand jam against the Bulls.
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Note Ewing shoving BJ Armstrong out of the way
Re: The Knicks - I had begun to think I had gotten bored with the sport itself, but then I realized it's got everything to do with the current state of the team at the Garden - no personality, no pizazz, just nothing.
Anyone seen the 'Spring of '94' documentary on MSG? Go watch it this instant if you need a reminder of how exciting things were on the court that year.
On the ice too!
In the winter of '79-'80, my high school team played a game in the Garden. For $3 (or was it $6), students got to sit in the red seats for the high school game and then move up to the blue seats for the Knicks-Golden State game that followed. In the pro game, the lead changed hands frequently, the two teams were consistently within 5 points and no one in the entire Garden (players included) seemed to care less. I walked out in the middle of the 3rd quarter, along with much of the crowd. That was the only time I ever left a pro sporting event mid-game -- until the 16-0 thrashing in Comerica last August (yes, this is still a Yankee blog).
A side note: My interest in the NBA was re-kindled just a bit when Joe Dumars and Larry Brown introduced to Motown a teamwork-and-defense-centric game that evoked memories of Holtzman's Knicks. It's a bit ironic that the Pistons have built a champion on a Knick model while the Knicks crumble under the foibles of a Piston star.
Nope, Rangers fans have that attribute.
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I'm not saying Ortiz is or is not a juicer, but the whole idea that he came from nowhere is a little confused- just a wicked little combination of a guy developing slowly in the backwaters of Minnesota, and really hitting his peak in the white hot spotlight of beantown.
'98: .371
'00: .364
'01: .324
'02: .339
Not bad, but not really that stellar either, and the fact that the first couple seasons are better than the last couple seem to support the picture of a talented batter struggling to find consistency at the plate.
Benitez was brought in for a couple of weeks. Bullpen help, I guess. Don't know why they didn't keep him instead of trading for Jeff Nelson. Was Osuna sucking at the time?
The specific names don't matter that much. The players who were named should be seen only as a representative sample, and every player should be viewed with equal skepticism. Whether Ortiz or not, I take it for granted that players - important players - were using PEDs in the Red Sox clubhouse, and in all the others.
The problem is that it's not being played out that way. The explicit indictment of some players is being taken, in effect, as an implicit exoneration of the rest. That's completely backwards; it's an implicit indictment of everyone.
If Segui or Hundley played for the Red Sox, you'd probably see their name on the list. But once again, the names aren't the point; the fact that there's a list of names is.
Does Grimsley's failure to implicate Clemens prove he is innocent? No, but it should give pause to those leading the lynch mob. After all, it would seem that Grimsley would be an ideal person to substantiate McNamee's claims.
If Clemens did juice, shouldn't at least one piece of corroborating evidence exist? Do McNamee or Radinksi have a canceled check? No. Is there one person in whom McNamee confided who has stepped forward? No. Have other named teammate impicated him? No. It really defies logic that Clemens used steroids for so long, yet no evidence exists beyond the wavering testimony of one man. I guess Clemens could be a master at covering his tracks, but still, you'd think one other piece of information would have come forward by now.
Does anyone remember when Craig Hodges was on the squad for about a minute with Tucker? Bill Cartwright impaling everyone (even his own teammates at times) on his elbows? Mark and Rod battling for the start? John Friggin McCleod??
Now I pass this hard-learned wisdom to you. Use it well, my friend >;)
(1) Pettitte only took HGH for two days, meaning it is plausible that McNamee would have never confided in others about such a short-term experiment, nor would a paper trail have been likely. Clemens, on the other hand, is alleged to have taken steroids over a four year period. That's an awful long time to not leave behind one shred of corroborating evidence.
(2) Pettitte took HGH in 2003, three years after Grimsley was on the team. Clemens, however, is alleged to have taken steroids while Grimsley was still around. Why does Grimsley know so much about other teammates, but not about Clemens?
He had the BALCO investigation, and he had two guys from NY, period. That was the info presented to him by the Feds, so that was what he had. He didn't do any real investigating on his own.
I think it's a huge stretch - and a red herring - to think that there was any deliberate bias.
I know that's some nasty symbolism yet it seems somehow apropos given the topic.
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