The Doom Machine

If you look now they're finally playing well. It's without Tyson Chandler or logic. Because that which thrives on chaos is bound to return to it after dabbling in putting something coherent together. Who needs coherence anyway? (See: JR Smith) And I don't really care much about an adult untying another adult's shoelaces unless the culprit is a millionaire. Money over everything.

Amar'e Stoudemire was obviously tripped by Evan Turner on Saturday night, or it was the slippery, hockey damaged court in Philadelphia that did the trick. Maybe it was both. But what's most important is that STAT IS BACK. He's even back in those places where a Knicks game hasn't been watched in months. (I've been in and out of things as well) There is no escaping the dunks, the beard, the hair, the goggles, and the health. Oregon Trail couldn't stop Stoudemire at the moment.

Impossible? Maybe. But don't let anyone else tell you how to react to The Resurrection. Although, I am waiting for someone to command the Knicks as a whole shut off as if they were one of those neat-o Xbox Ones. It should be as easy. It should be commanded in Charles Barkley's voice.

(I recently read something about the quality of sports writing. It was a great piece that shed light on the dumbing down of most sports related articles because writers usually give their readers what they want: approval of their initial reactions to sports issues. Someone validating the "he sucks" scouting report of Everyday Man as opposed to providing data driven content. Well, I won't agree with the majority view and I won't give you professionally polished insight either (because I don't have that). Instead, you can settle for nonsense and writing that doesn't give sports the importance it doesn't deserve.)

On that note, it's been great watching Beno Udrih and Pablo Prigioni wear suits with no regard for the actual proportions of their respective bodies. Tailors? This isn't Italy. And yes, those two still exist and are athletes on the Knicks roster. Unlike JR Smith's brother.

"For creatures as small as we the vastness is bearable only through love." - Carl Sagan

I mostly look forward to watching the Knicks play teams under the cap. Teams with draft picks in the near, scientifically possible future. These are the dream match-ups resembling street fights in that large bloated beasts can settle their differences with much smaller men. Everything goes. There's an exoticism to watching the Knicks versus the Sixers, for example: one team is tanking as planned, the other is actually trying but slowly and painfully tanking anyway. They're just going about it in different ways. The Sixers have a shortcut, the Knicks are willing to drag you through the mud. At least we are lucky enough to live in a universe where everything has an end. 


- Alex Moran