I have nothing. I am empty. After falling down big, the Knicks played great on both ends for a little while there, but I couldn't enjoy it even a little because I felt so certain that-- unless New York blew it all the way open somehow-- they'd get tight and stupid and and hand the Celtics the game down the stretch.
Carmelo Anthony went from cookin' soup (7-13) in the first half to eatin' poop (2-11) in the second half, and the Knicks got less than nothing from their guards. Amar'e Stoudemire's fourth consecutive efficient offensive game couldn't help, nor could Andrea Bargnani's islands of pick-and-pop magic amid a mostly cold game.
I will give this one another watch and recap it in the morning. For now, I'd like to not think about the Knicks anymore.