not yet at least. it's hard being a hopelessly patient and highly rational fan of the new york knicks. especially when the media says they don't exist. i want to believe, even when they make it so easy not to. i want to say that our coach is a genius, that maybe he knows something that we don't know, even though i want to slap him silly for his inexplicable affinity to a 3rd year combo guard who clearly does not want to run the point to well, run the point. i can't watch this team, even though they show promise and flashes of brilliance for stretches, yet immediately collapse back in to panic mode when the opposition makes adjustments.

i turned it off last night in frustration when ray allen hit that go-ahead 3 and d'antoni got the technical. typical. the first time i ever turned off a game, ever. i defected my fandom for one brief instant to catch up on the progress of our beloved Knuggets, only to tune in right when Mozgov rolls his ankle!

why we cling to the knicks, years past their relevance is beyond me. yet we still do. i can't even explain it. is it a testament of character? probably. are we all hopeless romantics? most certainly. i keep drawing lines in the sand, making these one-last-straw claims of renouncing my fandom. it's futile. because for whatever stupid reason, i keep coming back.

*i don't even know if this is some sort of rant, a point i was trying to make, some hapless stump-speech or whatever. but it was most likely the ramblings of my streaming conscious manifesting itself into a 277 word fan post. 284. 285. 286... look at it go! ok im done. 293.