it's a blur. they're all seemingly statistically the same, marshmellow, english, adrian dantly, mark aguire, and the other one, and the other one, ... give me paul pierce over the lot of them. we finally gave up the knicks season tix after having to watch the 'where the ball goes to die guy' for too many years, and no reasonable expectation for change after decades of knicks nonsense. the soundtrack to that horror movie? 'yo!' 'streets!' 'represent!' 'our house!' 'shoes!' 'mellow saves the world!' and on and on. ridiculous, pathetic, losing. we'd go to the game at hype central, with evidence based fear that we, when all the talk was done, would be spending a few hours stuck watching the 'where the ball goes to die guy' ad nauseum. when we saw him a half dozen or so times in the denver, at least he moved around the floor a bit. to this day, the nix are still marshmellow culture, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. and then jeremy lin - 'yo!' 'streets!' 'represent!' 'our house!' 'shoes!' 'jeremy saves the world!' lin-sanity! however, mr. anthony the businessperson was a genius, taking that shtick to nyc, and getting max cash for his circus, so there's that.
