LiveFromKyoto said:
Never. I'd rather die. I'll never forgive the bullshit ejection in 1997 after the fight. Fuck the Heat, fuck PJ Brown, fuck Zo, fuck Tim Hardaway, fuck Tim Hardaway Jr...but shout out to Dan Majerle. He could shoot perfect even from half court, the crazy bastard. <3
Also, I have such mixed emotions about this loss. It is sort of like when the Jets play the Patriots - the absolute clockwork-perfect execution of the C's, just like the Pats, is the difference in these endless close games. They just don't make punishable mistakes unless and until your personnel is designed equally perfectly to counter and beat them.
The Knicks again overcame a shitload of things - Billy Walker channelling his inner Starks to shoot 0 for the universe in the game in 33 minutes, a Fields who finally looks like a deer caught in the headlights, an injured Stoudemire, an injured Billups, a gimpy Turiaf, no Shelden Williams, decimated bench depth - to play the Celtics again to a standoff and to again either be tied or hold a slim lead with little time left in the game. They fought like fucking warriors for another game and came close again to stealing a game in Boston's house. Carmelo Anthony showed PRECISELY why the trade was made - that man was like a fucking force of nature or something. The bench guys that did play - Douglas, Carter, Extra E, even Jeffries - played good and sometimes even great ball. The Knicks defense again was shockingly competent.
But again, they came up just a little short. Again, they couldn't get the kind of perfect execution that begets lucky breaks. Again, they lost in the last minute. There's been 96 minutes of basketball played between these two teams in the playoffs, and the Knicks have been very good arguably for 94 of them. It's those last two minutes that the Celtics excel in, and that's why they've won a title, competed for another, and could do it again this year.
This loss burns just like the first, and this time it was officiated pretty fairly, so I can't even feel cheated...just disappointed in the outcome. But it is so good to feel so bad this deep into Spring about basketball again.
I haven't been so happily disappointed since 2001. Anyway, it is time to go to war in the real Garden. If there is some astral force that wants justice in the world, we will get our guys healthy and ready to play. We will send Billups/Fields/Melo/Stat/Turiaf out there with the bench mob ready to back them up, and we will take that third game from the Celtics.
My head is bloodied, but unbowed, NBA-Age.