That’s two, count them two, franchises now that have been held hostage by a player’s intention to go to the Knicks. Because it’s not LeBron, leaving lovable Cleveland for salacious Miami, there won’t be anywhere near the backlash from the likes of Skip Bayless or Bill Simmons. I imagine some folks will rail against this. But most people who are left that still pay attention to the NBA won’t get quite so mad. For one thing, it’s hard to brew that much haterade in consecutive season. Really, it takes effort to hate on the Heat the way they got it last year. For another thing, a lot of that hatred was mollified when the Heat did not win the NBA Championship. Their “failed” season provided catharsis enough.
I, for one, love to hear this. There’s a few of reasons. First and foremost, the thought of Carmelo Anthony, Ama’re Stoudemire, and Chris Paul on my beloved Knicks makes all my pain go away. It makes me forget Isiah Thomas ever existed. It makes me want to apply the Knicks directly to my forehead. Can I get MSG network delivered intravenously? Second of all, seeing Paul stick it to the Celtics like that makes me absolutely giddy. Somebody shut that window and hammer in some nails until they are bent cartoonishly. Finally, the thought of a Heat vs. Knicks rivalry boasting six full time all stars gets me extra excited. Grab-on-to-Alonzo Mourning’s-leg-like-a-human-pit-bull excited.
So, yes, consider me on board. And as little as I hate the Heat, I’ll hate them a little more when the Knicks have a legit shot at beating them, big three versus big three.