But Metta World Peace apparently didn't get the memo.
Dan McCarney of the San Antonio Express-News summarized the situation:
Woodson obviously has the situation well in hand.
Need a little context here? It all began with a horrible season. The Knicks aren’t the worst team in the league, but they’re pretty close at eight wins and 18 losses through Saturday.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Such as gathering the team for a camp out of sorts at a local hotel—thus ensuring that the lads get all the proper nutrition and sleep necessary before the really big show.
See, the Knicks all have their own actual residences with perfectly suitable beds and kitchens, but apparently, their coach thinks they can’t be left to their own devices. There’s some real distrust going on.
Saturday night arrived and the Knicks lost to the Grizzlies, 95-87. So much for Woodson’s latest plan—if, in fact, it even came to pass. Maybe it did; just not for everybody.
Or maybe MWP simply can’t remember back that far, which would be a whole different problem.
Michael Powell of the New York Times caught up with Mr. Peace after the game:
“How was the curfew?” I asked Metta World Peace. Wrapped in a towel before the game, he cocked his eyebrow. “I didn’t know we had a curfew.”
Ten p.m., I said.
He turned and pulled a bottle out of his locker. “Kombucha, the wonder drink, man. It’s great,” he said. “They say it has natural alcohol. For real, man.”
And so the season goes. Everything’s getting thrown at the wall and not much seems to stick. Woodson, whose job is somewhat less secure than Metta’s memory, appears to be running out of options.
No worries, though. The Knicks have 56 more games to sort this mess out.
That somehow seems way too long. Can’t it just be over now?