Now that the NBA season is all about wrapped up (Heat in six), I feel it's time to come clean about something. I've been living a bit of a lie this entire season, and it's been eating away at me. Not that I've lost sleep, or weight, or anything like that - heck, I really don't even think about it that often. But eating at me nonetheless.
You see, before the season, I was ready to give up on you. I had decided that enough was enough, that I wanted a new team to follow. I wanted a team that cared about my feelings, a team that listened and most important, a team that looked good. I mean won games. I wanted a winner.
I even had my new team picked out. I couldn't go with the Heat, because, well the Decision notwithstanding, it's just too much fun to root against them (and get disappointed when they succeed). So I went with the team that couldn't handle the Heat and had to get out of the kitchen - the Oklahoma City Thunder. What a team! Young,
To be fair, you shouldn't be surprised - I left the Knicks for you! In 2001-02, New York was a shell of its former self, having sent away all of the players I had grown to love (including my favorite player of all time, John Starks, who went to you and, I was delighted to hear from some of your staffers, was a super nice guy). Sure, they had Latrell Sprewell and Allan Houston, but it just wasn't the same any more, especially after Jeff Van Gundy left midway through the year, probably because of me. Frankly, my fanship (fandom? fanness?) of the Knicks started its downward spiral when I made the mistake of going to a Knicks-Raptors game (I believe in 1999) and discovered that these "blue collar fans" I had heard so much about were nothing more than a bunch of slicked-back hair guys in suits who spent 97.8 percent of the game on their cell phones, and MSG kinda stunk as an arena.
So I was in the market for a new team. It seemed like kismet. I had just started working for you; you had just put together a seemingly excellent draft class of Jason Richardson, Troy Murphy and Gilbert Arenas to team up with a seemingly excellent blend of veterans (Mookie Blaylock, Adonal Foyle, Erick Dampier) and role players (Marc (not Mark) Jackson, Danny Fortson) along with a seemingly star player (Antawn Jamison). The next year you brought in a young, seemingly excellent head coach in Eric Musselman. The crowds always showed up in force and they all seemed genuinely into the games. I was hooked.
But then the losing started. Musselman was canned after two solid, if unspectacular seasons (unwarranted, in my opinion). Seemingly excellent college coach Mike Montgomery was brought in from Stanford and was nowhere near seemingly OR excellent in the NBA, winning 68 games in his two seasons. You re-brought in seemingly Hall of Fame coach Don Nelson, who had an ok season (42-40) with an excellent playoffs run (upset top-seed Dallas in six, lost to Utah in five), followed by a good season (48-34) with a ninth-place finish in the standings, followed by a return to your losing ways, winning just 55 games over the next two seasons, followed by 36 in 2010-11 with new head coach Keith Smart.
So forgive my lack of faith when, before the 2011-12 season, you hired Mark (not Marc) Jackson, who had not one, not two but ZERO years experience coaching, to be your HEAD coach. You drafted Stephen Curry (good) who played the exact same role as Monta Ellis (bad), who never met a shot he didn't like (worse), even though he was a much poorer shooter than Curry (worst).
So I was ready to move on. I was frustrated with the decisions you had made with coaching, drafting, free agencing...I had had enough. And since I wasn't band-wagon jumping to the winner, it didn't make it band-wagon jumping, so my conscience was appeased.
But then something happened. The Oklahoma City Thunder made a move that stunned me - they traded their third-best player for a bunch of role players, because apparently their billionaire owner couldn't afford his salary (according to many, this particular third-best player looks like me, albeit with a beard and a different skin color. Other than that - we're like twins). Suddenly it hit me - all NBA teams are the same. None of them really take into account the fans and how they would react to signings, draftings, trade-ings, etc. Which is not to say that teams should use local sports radio callers as part of their decision-making staff - far from it. But why would OKC send off its third-best player the summer after going to the Finals? Did they not care that the fans would be upset about this?
So I decided not to leave you, to give you one more chance and stick it out with you for at least one more year.
And you know what? I'm glad I did. You traded Monta Ellis; you put together a team with size and skill inside (David Lee, Andrew Bogut), youth and athleticism (Harrison Barnes, Klay Thompson, Draymond Green), veteran toughness (Carl Landry, Jarrett Jack) and a
So I'm in. You are fun to watch and I can't wait to see what this group of good looking players will do next year.
I mean talented. Talented players.