Nate Robinson has his cape and his microphone by the locker. David Lee has his hardhat. Eddy Curry, his No. 3 value meal with the super-sized Sprite.
But what is it that we're truly in store for as Knicks fans? Is this simply an already-washed-up season? Will we just try to save money for 2010 and a futile attempt to land LeBron James, though we'll inevitably settle for Dwayne Wade and/or Chris Bosh?
On deck, we have a (seemingly) healthy Danilo Gallinari. The 20-year-old Italian with the bad back looks to make good on D'Antoni's high draft pick and emerge as a viable threat on the perimeter.
Toney Douglas looks like a solid young guard who will have a successful, if not illustrious, career. I see his game as that of a Bobby Jackson or Derek Fisher (if he's lucky). He might never be "the man," but he can be a good contributor to a winning franchise.
Then we have Jordan Hill. What is it with the Knicks and drafting dreadlocked forwards with two left feet and cold bricks for hands? Whaddup, Renaldo Balkman?
Please, God, don't get me started on Darko "Punchline" Milicic and that he, by default (or by cheeseburger), is our only true center.
I wish Eddy Curry all the luck in the world as a human being, but as a basketball player proverbially and literally eating into the budget of my favorite team, I pray for the speedy end to our affiliation with him.
I promised myself that I wouldn't make this a gripe session. That I wouldn't use this forum as a soapbox upon which I would further expose the glaring deficiencies in this once-proud franchise, but one thing seems painfully certain and needs to be said aloud by one of us: This is a throwaway season.
You know it. I know it. Worst of all, Donnie Walsh and Mike D'Antoni know it.
The slogan printed on the tickets this season should be "BIDING OUR TIME" and not whichever metropolitan polemic the MSG public relations department dreams up.
We are a team of second-string transients and, like a young girl with a year to go until she gets her braces off, we will muddle through this next year with bigger dreams of what can be, and will be, in 2010. Once again hoping that the cute boy named "NBA Playoffs" gives us the time of day.
We shall see. But for now, start the music...and send in the clowns.