from ESPN.com's Page 2:

"Dear New York Knicks,

Please, please, please: do not fire Zeke. Do not get religion, discover common sense, have the wherewithal to turn things around. Just continue to flail, to crash and burn, night after humiliating night, like footage of the Hindenberg explosion in a TiVo pause-rewind-play loop.

Oh, and don't do it for you. Do it for the rest of us.

Do it for everyone that's ever had to endure your insufferable fan base, a standing army of basketball snobs, forever touting their superior knowledge of the game -- because it really takes a hoops savant to appreciate the pick-and-roll, something you can find on any playground in America -- and always blathering about the '70s Knicks, as if throwing the extra pass was akin to painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Do it for everyone who's suffered NYC roundball haughtiness in general, the like-clockwork use of "Mecca" when referring to Madison Square Garden, the slavish overrating of the City Game and its ink-stained schoolboy prodigies (have any three players been more overhyped than Stephon Marbury, Sebastian Telfair and Felipe Lopez?)

Do it as penance, too, as public self-flagellation, our pound of flesh for your single-handed screwing up of the entire NBA in the 1990s. Don't remember? We'll remind you: "Force" basketball. Starks and Oak and Mase. Mugging and plodding and hand-checking your way to victory, because, hey, the refs can't call 'em all!

Nothing -- not the Brawl at the Palace, not Allen Iverson's oh-so-scary, hide-the-precious-white-babies cornrows -- has hurt the league more, made a beautiful game so ugly and unwatchable. Your franchise is to blame for an entire generation of control freak coaches turning Showtime into slop, into no-skill, floor-burn college ball, populated by can't-shoot musclemen, the hoops equivalent of the NHL-strangling neutral zone trap. Your franchise was directly responsible for the worst NBA Finals ever, New York vs. Houston, where the O.J. Bronco chase was a welcome diversion ... even though it was just a car driving down a road, about as visually thrilling as a hamster on a wheel. Your franchise killed the fast break; it went into one of Pat Riley's 4-hour, ?quien es mas macho? practice-cum-Aztec-sacrifice sessions and never came out.

Do it, Knicks. Keep sucking. Keep sucking for karma. For justice. For Bill Bradley being a loooong time ago, for the misnomer "Starbury" being foisted on an unsuspecting and undeserving populace, for Starks going 1-for-17 in a professional game.

Seriously, it's the least you can do.
-- Patrick Hruby"

im not sure who this hrbuy douche is and im not going to respond to a non-factual tirade spewed by someone who obviously hates the knicks and is jealous of their success from the 70's and 90's.  

but i do want to discuss one line: "Your franchise was directly responsible for the worst NBA Finals ever, New York vs. Houston, where the O.J. Bronco chase was a welcome diversion ... "

this is the part where you throw the column in the trash.  knicks/rockets worst finals ever?  im not saying it was all-time great, but are there really people out there that actually think the '94 Finals was worse than Cleveland/San Antonio?  New Jersey/LA Lakers?  New Jersey/San Antonio? Orlando/Houston?  

Jesus, at least it was competitive and went seven games.  those other Finals were pathetic.