While the game last night wasn't very much fun to watch from a Knick fan's perspective, I brought along my camera and took shots of some of the stuff that I found amusing, on court and off.  Let's start with the pre-game, shall we?

Spike sat courtside, with his equally orange buddy.  Anyone know who that is?

One day, soon hopefully, this profile will grace the official U.S. dime.  Resplendence, anyone? I thought so.

Like most stadiums, the Staples Center has a memorabilia gift shop.  Unlike most stadiums, they sell creepy oil paintings of Jack Nicholson.  Sorry for the blurriness, but I wasn't supposed to take a picture of this so I had to snap it fast.

I don't need to tell you this, but clearly Spike has connections when he has a throwback Landry Fields jersey.

So the dude on the left in the white fur coat was hovering around Clyde for quite a while.  I don't know if he was a fan, but he appeared to have unlimited access to the Legend.  It was strange, to say the least.  For a better look at him, see below.

Perhaps he's David Crosby's brother?

No, this isn't that actor from Glee.  It's Luke Walton telling us to behave ourselves in the arena.  He probably should have just gone up to Ron Artest directly rather than use the Jumbotron.

Gearing up for the night's action...

Amare posing for the crowd. Who knew he likes to do that?

Free throw poopin' on the big screen.

Kobe better watch himself.

Eddy Curry and Ronny Turiaf, ladies and gentlemen.

I didn't get that many good action shots or bench shots, mainly because I was busy watching the game like an actual fan, and then things got ugly.  There are some pictures of Jack Nicholson, Denzel, et al, but you've probably seen it all before. One last thing...I also attended the Clippers-Knicks game in November, and recently I realized that I was posterized by Blake Griffin alongside Mozgov.  If you look at the image below, I'm the guy in the Knicks shirt in the bottom left corner with a look of consternation on my face.

Timofey, all I can say is I was there for you in your lowest, groiniest moment.

Later everybody