𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒! 𝒲𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒? 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽; 𝐼 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝒜𝓃𝓎𝒽𝑜𝓌, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁, 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒷𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝒷 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎, *𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔* (𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀-𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀) 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈. 𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜, 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒'𝓈 𝒥𝑒𝒻𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒪𝒦, 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝑒... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃' 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃'! 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃'... 𝒮𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃'...𝒶𝒽, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓂𝑜. 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅-𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈. 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒢𝑜𝒷 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈. 💨🤢
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I'm getting smarter.

At least in terms of how I watch the Knicks, I'm getting smarter.

I had last evening's game on from the end of the first quarter till the would-be tying Carmelo airball 3 at the buzzer. But I probably watched only 3-5min of actual game action. I just let the game glaze over in the background as I worked on my laptop. I know the score by now. I know how this movie ends.

[Sidebar: Speaking of movies, I was sure there had to be a movie called Freefall that was vaguely popular, because I got the idea to photoshop Melo's head onto whatever the movie poster looked like for this hypothetical movie––you'll see the fruits of this labor above. But much to my chagrin... slim pickings. It was either this made-for-the-BBC drama, or a German flick about gay cops. I think it came out OK for two minutes of work. /Sidebar]

In a way, this season stings pretty bad. At 22-22, it seriously looked like the Knicks were one of the best eight teams in the Eastern Conference, and the more optimistic fan was probably having pipe dreams about a 3 or 4-seed. (It was right around this time, I bought the mid-season, NYK-only NBA League Pass so you can blame me for the freefall if you'd like.)

The Knicks are now 24-35 and they cannot get out of their own damn way, losing games by blowout and by heartbreaker, and every which way in between. It's hard to swallow the pill that Melo's knee(s) are bum, and that's why we stink now (because get him out of there if he's injured). It's hard to swallow the pill that Jimmer can't play because of his defense when Calderon and Sasha are getting solid minutes (because there's literally no dropoff in that department). I'm not saying we'd better off with a Jimmer-led, Melo-less squad. That's crazy. But this is essentially the same roster that battled to a .500 record at the midway point (while playing a statistically harder schedule, mind you), so WTF happened?

Everybody's got a suggestion and MGMT has even taken a few stabs (fire that filanderer Fisher, Fil!), but after last night I'll be damned if the issue isn't wearing an orange headband (hint: #CarmeloAnthony).

The final two minutes last night––of which I watched at least 80 seconds––were textbook Knicks futility. You would have to find a pretty strong Marbury lowlight or maybe this clip or [insert Isiah Thomas comment/meme/gif], to find a better example of post-1999 shitiness. From Melo's inexcusable technical foul (the indomitable Myles Turner got in his head) to that very ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ airball attempt... well, that was quite the performance (he was 5 for 20 for the game overall, taboot).

The Melo Era got off to an OK start. People forget that. Three straight playoff appearances and even a series victory in 2013 put most Knicks fans off the stink. Yes, losing to a Roy Hibbert-led team in the second round was our new zenith. (【・ヘ・?】) Throughout, I was always a big Melo supporter, for the most part. It was always felt like we were genuinely better off for having his services. And there has been stretches even this season where he's looked as though he's playing the most 'complete' basketball of his career. (I even defended him starting the All-Star game a couple weeks ago! "I wish I knew how to quit you!" PS. I think I know now.)

Yet this is where we're at... we've never been worse. (Note: We were obviously worse last year, but Melo played less than half the season and had a much worse supporting cast.)

And I feel fine. This is my obit on the 2015-2016 run. Pack it in, folks. I would say the move was to T-A-N-K, but (in case you didn't know) Toronto has our pick.


Yes, this is a creepy gif of Andrea Bargnani winking I made, so what?

Whenever this happens during a Knicks season, I feel a large sense of relief. I can now just put the games on in the background. I don't need to get myself frazzled. I know the score.

Here are a few random notes to close out this New Yorks Knicks Postscript Blog Post Content Smorgasbord Supreme:

• I wish I hadn't purchased League Pass. What a waste of $$.

• I still have faith in Porzingis. (BUT––and this could be the depressed, battered Knicks fan talking––I'm no longer sure if he's THE piece to build around. He's definitely an awesome #2 guy at the very least, and he's only 20. I'd just be lying if I didn't admit I see some potential failings which would limit his potential to be a true SUPERSTAR.)

• My definitive position moving forward is "ditch Melo." My secret hope/wild & insane conspiracy theory is that Phil is sort of orchestrating some long(ish) con, which involves creating an untenable working situation, which in turn leads Melo to lifting his no-trade, and shipping him off for picks and/or prospects after the season. I feel like Kurt Rambis is a suicide-bomber-like cog in this wheel of deception, though please don't ask me why.

• So, that means I still have faith in Phil. (BUT, this faith is on very shaky ground. I was never gonna buy into his cultish bullshit, △ or otherwise. Bottom line is that he had never held this position before in his career, and to think it was a no-brainer that his coaching success would translate into front office success was never a sale I was just blindly gonna buy.)

And that's that.

"Goodnight you princes of MSG, you kings of New York City." See ya, 2015-16.