Who doesn't like watching the circus
Well, that was a rather boring basketball night, wasn’t it?
You’re going to get them over the course of almost two months of games every night and, frankly, if you’re going to watch all the time, maybe a night totally void of drama is a good thing.
All season, they’ve been a better story than a team; sure, they won some games and made the playoffs and all that but, really, hasn’t it been a rather wild journey that’s caught the attention of fans more than the game?
You had a fatally flawed roster right off the bat – not sure who they thought would be the point guard coming out training camp – and then obviously some issues between Carmelo Anthony and Mike D’Antoni.
You had Jeremy Lin ride to a brief rescue – I still don’t think we’ve seen nearly a large enough body of work to consider him among the top half point guards in the NBA on a regular basis – and that was a great story.
Then you had the D’Antoni firing, or departure, or whatever you want to call it and another example of inmates running the asylum.
Mike Woodson came in, there was calm, Lin got hurt, Carmelo went all Carmelo and it became more obvious that, like a Lin-Anthony tandem that Anthony-Stoudemire wasn’t a particularly nice fit.
And now? Now we’ve got the guy smacking the fire extinguisher casing and slicing his hand and another couple of days of angst and comment and the sorry saga goes on.
The attention the Knicks get is out of all proportion to their place in the league and there are a few reasons for it:
First, we all love a car wreck as long as no one gets hurt and that’s been a car wreck since the season began.
But it’s also attributable to the voracious New York media, the fact that television networks tend to place far too much emphasis on New York simply because it’s New York and they think people will eat it up as long as they show Spike Lee every now and then and keep talking about the Knicks.
There are several better NBA stories out there right now – the Spurs, Kobe, what the Bulls do without Rose, the Pacers with no stars, Chris Paul.
But we are far too often forcefed the Knicks by dint of the city they represent and sometimes it just gets a wee bit tiring, doesn’t it?
That said, as soon as I get done Super Son’s spring concert tonight, I’ll be tuning in to see what kind of crash awaits us this time around.
I still say the Tiger Woods fire hydrant beats the Amar’e Stoudemire fire extinguisher six ways to Sunday.
But not sure where Gus Frerotte’s goal post fits in to the trilogy but those have to be three of wildest, no?
Mail? We can handle a little bit more if you like.
So, here’s one:
Is there anything comparable to a no-hitter in all of sports?
Sure, there might be one great game-saving defensive play that keeps a no-no alive but, generally, it’s a handful of routine ground balls, popups and strikeouts, all fashioned by the one guy in total control.
There is not much more fascinating in sports to me than watching a pitcher at the absolute top of his game dispatch every hitter he faces without giving up a hit.
It truly is something. How they can go side to side on the plate, up and down the strike zone, getting just enough sink on pitches to make them unhittable, breaking off curves that dart at precisely the right moment.
I know how to make a jump shot; I can hit a golf ball a fair distance; way back in the day I could skate; I could never, ever imagine the skill it takes to throw a baseball 60 feet, six inches and make it go exactly where I want it to when I wanted it to.
It might be the single most impressive sports thing out there; it truly is a craft and when it’s done to near perfection, it is incredible to watch.
Here’s one for major league baseball:
Every team shall be required to play one mid-week day game every week for the entire regular season.
It helps ease travel for some teams and keeping players fresh is always a good idea; it gives some fans who have obligations at night a chance to either go to or watch a game close and, most important, day baseball is great.
I bet the players would like it, I know I would and I presume a whole lot of fans would.
And if it ticks off TV networks, well, tough noogies. It’s not like they don’t get their way when they want it.
There was this buntoss last night (Hello, Aurora Strategy Group!) and as a part of helping out, I was responsible for picking up the donated beer – thanks Molson! – and making it sure it got in hands of the organizers.
Of course it did and among the several varieties donated was one I had never seen before, but had heard of.
Now, we know there are blonde beers and red beers and beers tinged with lime and all kinds of microbrewed wheat beers that need nice fresh slices of orange to go with them.
But ice tea and beer?
In the same can.
Now, I dunno – I fully admit I haven’t tasted one yet and am not sure that I will – but doesn’t it strike you that if you want ice tea, you’ll have ice tea. The corollary being that if you’d like a beer, you’ll have a beer.
Boneless chicken wings?
Hey, TFCs didn’t lose last night!
Didn’t score but didn’t lose.
Baby steps, fans. Baby steps.