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GULLIBLE’S TRAVELS: The Knicks’ 2010 Plan; Do You Believe That?

Gullible's Travels

I have been searching high and higher throughout the blogoverse (the ever expanding blogosphere) for our friend Gullible Fanatic. I wanted to ask him personally, face to face, whether he actually believed all that he had been hearing the last two years about how the Knicks would reboot their fortunes by creating cap space for the Big Spend in 2010.

In my deepest and most melodic Gil Scott Heron voice, I want to ask “Do You Believe That?” I even wrote down how I would start the conversation with Gullible who is known to get a bit irate if  you challenge what he calls “faith in Knicks management”:

Hey, in this summer of our malcontent

Where the objective is not to be underspent

and we build a team of players for rent

To fit under the cap by twenty-ten (2010)

They sell us this line w/ little dissent

“Our fortunes will change when LeBron gets in

Or Wade or Bosh is  our cap-space occupant”

Do you believe that?

Do you believe that the stars will go where they can win,

Or do you believe they will agree to start all over again?

While we commit the unoriginal sin

Of building from without (a team)  instead of from within

Do you believe that?

Well, I know Gullible will laugh at me and dismiss my concerns as impatience when I finally catch up with him.  He believes that any move is acceptable so long as the ultimate goal of cap space is achieved.  Nevermind that cap space does not take the court.  Nevermind that the Knicks are unlikely to have enough cap space to give a max contract to a franchise player and attract solid support players.  Nevermind that under the current CBA, championship contenders are not built through cap space — they are built by manipulating the cap rules, through the draft and trades.  The evidence is abundant and clear.

Do You Believe That?

Do You Believe That?

Gullible will probably ignore me and continue to insist that the Knicks will get lucky and David Kahn will help us build our team by generously forking over Slicky Ricky Rubio to run the offense.  I will ask Gullible what happened to the false belief that  Mike D’Antoni would attract free agents like Jason Kidd, Steve Nash and Kobe Bryant because they liked working with him? Gullible will probably  say that Donnie Walsh didn’t really want those guys.  I’ll ask him “Do you believe that the flirtations with Stackhouse and Tinsley were smart? He’ll ignore me and tell me to focus on the draft of young potential potentates JHill and Toney Douglas.

Nevertheless, I must catch up with Gullible to help synchronize Knick fandom with reality, because only together can we begin to put pressure on our team to build a winner the right way.  Yes, I too may be Gullible (or Gullible’s cousin) to believe that Knicks management will care what I say about their strategy, but I do know that alone I have no impact. Our only chance for change is to unite with all the Gullibles to put force behind our demands for a winning strategy.

So, I continue my search of Gullible Fanatic.  Gullible moves quickly, both figuratively and actually.  We all know that he changes his opinion at warp speed so that it fits his pro-Knick management conclusions (i.e. Knicks offer Kidd a contract which invades 2010 cap space. “Great move Walsh.” Kidd rejects the offer. “Great move, Walsh didn’t want him anyway”).  Gullible also moves from one blogstation to another rapidly, but he leaves a trail of stench as wide as an asteroid tail.  I’m on it.

My first stop was the “gottaread at least once in a while” Knicksfansite Posting and Toasting where we find Lord Seth pining over the positives he found in Gallo’s 412 minutes of professional ball.  danilo website cock Gullible was definitely here and he had a crater-type impact.  Apparently, he dropped some magic dust on 84% of 514 poll voters  who stated  that they had faith in Gallo as a star player in the 2009-2010 Knicks roster.

Strangely, I understand how they can believe that Gallo will be a star this upcoming season, despite coming off major back surgery in April and not playing real ball over the summer; despite him not possibly being in D’Antoni game conditioning; despite not really having a rookie season; despite not playing with his 2009-2010 teammates for an extended period to develop chemistry, I can understand why they would have faith that Gallinari would be a star this year.  Anybody that can shoot a perfect form Wii jumper like the Rooster  should have no problem averaging 24ppg, 6rpg and 5apg in his first real NBA season.

Somehow, I think Gullible had the advantage since I was trailing him.  It occurred to me that  he was trying to make me a believer when he took me to this impressive Gallo summer league interview.

It was only an interview,  But. I thought that if Gallinari could play as good as he sounded there was a chance that Lebron would want to play with him, Chandler and whoever else the Knicks could afford with left-over cap space. How can you not cheer for Gallo, I thought?

I think I accidentally ignited  the random search engine when I thought about cheering because it lead me off course, at hypertense-warp speed, to a cheer-leading squad, that was not the Miami Heat Dance Crew. This is how they do what they do in New Jersey.

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I looked into the New Jersey crowd and I didn’t see anyone who looked like Gullible.   In fact, I didn’t really see anyone because most of the Gullible Nets fans were in Brooklyn waiting for the new stadium to be built.  Perhaps that explains why the Nets dance team looks so mature in anticipation of when the move will actually happen.

I asked the computer to take me to a more thrilling dance team, but perhaps I should have been more specific.  Somehow I ended up in a prison in the Philippines  stuck in the middle of a Michael Jackson tribute.

That was definitely a thriller, but Gullible was not there either.  Perhaps, if I go back in time, I thought, I could catch Gullible.  I told the computer to take me to the 2009 NBA draft where I knew Gullible would be, waiting for the Knicks to draft Ricky Rubio or Stephen Curry despite much evidence that it was not going to happen.    I fell right into the Green Room with Louisville swingman Terrence Williams, a good friend of recently media-convicted traffic menace Nate Robinson.

Terrence Williams, Twill, Nets #11 draft pick 6-6 Swingman

I enjoyed Twill’s guided tour through the draft where he was picked at the 11th spot by the New Jersey Nets, (I wonder how he’ll like the Dance Team), but I could not find Gullible because there were so many disappointed look-a-likes when Curry and Rubio left the board before the Knicks drafted Jared Hill.  I think Gullible snuck out through the press room where they were serving brownies, cheese and alka-seltzer water.  Still, it was amazing to see all these  young boys right before they were to become millionaires.

As Jony Flynn expressed, the draft is such a special time, a culmination of a lot of hard work and dedication.  Unfortunately, given all the accolades and good fortune these youngins are facing now, it is inevitable that someone on the bus is eventually demonized by the same media that promotes and exalts them.

From our friend RichyRich at “the best damn sports comedyblog, I found the list of most hated athletes and amazingly the top eight are either black or Latino, which led me to real world redemption for one of the most hated athletes of all-time — Jack Johnson.

It took a racially motivated conviction to defeat and destroy the career of flamboyant and culturally defiant boxer Jack Johnson, the first African-American world heavyweight champion.  Now Congress is poised to erase that defeat from the record books.  The Senate and the House passed a concurrent resolution encouraging the president to give Mr. Johnson a posthumous pardon for his conviction and one year prison sentence for violation of a law prohibiting the transportation of a woman across state lines for immoral purposes — in his case, having sex with a white woman.

Once again, I could not find Gullible, but I found redemption.  With that theme in mind, I felt a kind heart towards the Knicks.  It may take another five years, but my team will be a contender again.   There is nothing wrong with faith, but I still believe that some use faith as an excuse for rejecting  responsibility for one’s Fanaticism.   It is still my responsibility as a fan to tell my team that my faith and fanaticism deserves honest nurturing, care and love from the targets of my affection.

So, I will head back to Knicks.com and leave the following message for Gullible and Donnie Walsh.  Build my team, but I don’t want . . .

“No Scrubs”

A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin’ about what he wants
And just sits on his broke no game ass
So (no)

I don’t want your low numbers (no)
I don’t want to give you mine and (no)
I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)
I don’t want none of your time and (no)

[Chorus:]
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best friend’s tryin to steal a ride
Trying to holler at me from a winning team
I don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best friend’s

tryin to steal a free ride
Trying to holler at me from a winning team

But a scrub is checkin’ me
But his game is kinda weak

PEACE.

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August 22, 2009 Posted by | Danilo Gallinari, Donnie Walsh, Jonny Flynn, Michael Jackson, Mike D'Antoni, Nate Robinson, NBA Draft, NBA Lottery, NBA Summer League, Rick Rubio, Stephen Curry, Toney Douglas | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 25 Comments

REMEMBERING AND THANKING MY BROTHER MICHAEL JACKSON

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As I watched the television, stunned and moved at the elegance of the Michael

Jackson memorial in Los Angeles, I, like millions around the world, was struck with an inexplicable sadness. After days of Jacko overload, I took solace in hearing about the Michael Jackson I grew to know for five decades.  I needed to hear Brooke Shields publicly recount her friendship with Michael which at the time the press portrayed as bizarre piling more freakish imagery upon both former child stars.  I needed to hear Barry Gordy reaffirm my connection to the young Michael who made the little girls  scream and run around our classroom looking for the closest thing to Jermaine and Michael they could get.  I needed to hear Stevie talk about how much he loved Michael. And I needed to hear Magic Johnson remind me how important Michael’s excellence was to our own efforts to perform whatever task was our calling to the best of our abilities.

Al Sharpton started to put Michael’s role in our lives into the historical context it will eventually fall.  Within the framework of this era, Michael was more complex than strange and probably more troubled than dangerous.  But he brought to the table a magnificent energy and a light which most of us cannot find within ourselves even with the most “normal” of lives.  As one fan put it, MJ was extra-human, not superhuman.  The fact remained that he was human.  In his music, dance and film artistry Michael clearly wanted to force his human frailty to submit to the will of a higher power and to express that energy in pure love. It is the image of Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela, among others, he grew up with. In the confusion and anger of the 60’s, it was the major message which would guide ideals of equality of justice.  “Love,” agape Love was at its base.

I have never met Michael.  I have never touched Michael, but he has certainly touched me from the first time I begged my sister to braid my hair at night so that I could have a big fro like The Jackson’s in the morning to the multitude of times I spent alone contemplating life to the background sounds of “Man In The Mirror,” “You Are Not Alone,” or “I Am Love.”  Or the many great parties where Michael’s soundtrack had us dancing into the late night, a respite from the daily grind of study or work.

I want to write a better piece; something more fitting of Mr. Jackson in that it should help those who don’t get it, but want to, to understand exactly what his life and death mean to his legion of followers, fans and listeners.  But for this space and this moment, I will share that as a black boy, the eldest of 8 children, growing up in the Midwest, not too far from where Pre-Gloved-One lived, the Jacksons set a standard for many, including large families.  Large families, a vestige of agrarian society, was still common in the Midwest back then.  How our parents did it, I still have no idea. But what I do understand is that as the Jacksons succeeded and Randy and Janet and Rebbie joined the spotlight, they showed us that success was attainable and that participation in the whole of society, not just a segregated spot in the world, was possible.  Equally as important they showed us that people, including families could work together.

Finally, where I was blessed to grow up, music and sport were intertwined whether we had the radio on the concrete sidelines or not. If you were a baller (not necessarily a good one), you always had a ball (football, softball, basketball) in your hands. And sometimes, usually against parental rules, you played with the ball to the blasted sounds of the Jacksons, James Brown and Parliament Funkadelic. The Jacksons and Michael in particular were an integral part of helping us establish a style and a rhythm to how we played the game. It is hard to explain but Magic was absolutely truthful about how Michael impacted his game, although it was always rumored that Michael could not play a lick.  Still, as kids, our connection to the Jacksons was complete when we knew they would all come together to form a team as pictured above.

I don’t remember whether they actually played anyone.  I vaguely remember rumors that they were supposed to play the Sylvers (a short lived popular family group) and the Osmonds. It probably never happened, but it touched our imaginations, informed our vision of ourselves and further reminded us that they were a part of our family.

So it is with some sadness, but with great respect and gratitude for the body of work Michael Jackson has left us, that I refused to fight the tears that streamed down my face as I watched millions from all over the world celebrate my brother.

Peace and blessings,

LIVES

mikelikesmike

July 8, 2009 Posted by | Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan | , , , , | 55 Comments