I’ll chime in with some thoughts later, but right now AdamL has the floor. I think a lot of diehards are going to relate to his thoughts.
I love the Knicks. I live and breathe Knicks, and as hard as it is to do, I defend the Knicks. I can’t help it, I’m addicted. I watch every minute of every game of every season, a feat much easier now thanks to DVR.
Sure, I enjoy other sports. A couple weeks ago I was excited when my Mets landed Johan, and ecstatic when the Giants made history. But those are just sports teams that I root for. They are not tied to my identity the way the lone New York hoops team is.
I want nothing more than to one day be able to celebrate a Knick championship. To go to that parade, to revel with my fellow loyal fanatics. To don the hat, the shirt, the banner, that says: Champions. And for so long, we seemed so close.
I grew up in the 80’s so I missed the glory of the early 70’s, but I didn’t think I was going to have to wait long. A Charles Smith layup. Some bogus suspensions. A Ewing finger roll. 2-18. A guy named Mike. It was always supposed to happen, but some freak occurrence got in the way. Still, we’d come back even hungrier next year, and it would taste that much sweeter.
Even when things started to slip away, the optimistic faithful found reasons for hope. The right coach, the right trade, the right GM, we were still just one piece away. We had made the playoffs for so many years in a row, we were bound to fall short every now and then. But it wouldn’t take much. We’re still right there, just gotta get the right pieces.
And then we found it! Our prophet, Isiah, saw the future. A more religious friend of mine called it the holy trinity: The father, Brooklyn born Larry Brown, the son, Stephon, and the holy spirit that is Madison Square Garden. Divine intervention had saved the Knicks and promised to guide them to the holy land!
Gulp. Disaster. 23-59. What happened?! It was a fluke. It was sabotage. The devil had deceived us. But still, now we can only go up. We are probably closer than we have been in years. And for a little while, that actually seemed to be the case. A final catastrophe against Denver last year and all of a sudden we could sustain .500 ball! Well, no, yet another year without the post season, but that’s only because of injuries. We are back! The new Knicks have arrived!
And now this. The 2007-2008 New York Knicks embarrassment. There’s no time like All-Star weekend to step back and take stock of just how far we have fallen. When lived a day at a time, season by season, one step to the next, its easy to lose sight of the bigger picture. Even a year ago, when David Lee hoisted that Rookie-Sophomore Game trophy over his head, he talked about a team coming together. Guys who know how to work as a team. He talked about a playoff push, and an 8th seed no team would take lightly. And I believed. I couldn’t help it, I’m addicted.
Now the only conversations are ones I have no interest taking part in. We’ve gone from asking who is the one guy we’d be willing to move to get this team over the hump, to now asking, who is the one guy you’d even want to keep? The only thing left to debate is whether its better to lose even more games in the hopes of a lottery pick who can then be developed for another few years of mediocrity to maybe one day build a team around, or to try to win each game for the rights to lose 4 straight in the playoffs.
I want nothing to do with that. I remember when the ultimate prize seemed so close, and it wasn’t too long ago. There was always a bright side, always a way to right the ship. But not anymore. Still, I can’t stop watching. Maybe if that day ever comes it will taste even sweeter after having to live through this. In the mean time, for what its worth, of course I want to win every game. I can’t help it. I am a Knicks fan.
Name: Adam Liebowitz
Hometown: Manhattan (raised in Westchester)
Knicks fan since: Birth
Favorite Knick: Ewing
Occupation: Teen program director and community organizer