The Knicks are in a rut. They have fewer wins than the dreadful New York Giants and can’t spark even the slightest bit of triangle offense understanding. If only Bill Murray and the Ghostbusters were unlockable in NBA Jam, according to our own @Mad_Cheddar, then the Knicks might have the slightest chance.
But beneath the surplus of missed shots, awful passes and filth is promise oozing out of the Amar’e Stoudemire veins. We see you big man, trying to carry the team on your back from the edge of the Knickerbocker bench. A whopping 23 minutes per game of pure basketball gold – take note, Fisher. I guess that wine bath somehow did something.