Over the last decade, no other large market team has been more disappointing than the New York Knicks. And while the franchise has taken a bigger stride this year, maybe even more than expected, the Knicks are still nothing more than a shadow of their '90s self.
Sure, the fan base in New York is more excited than it has been dating back to an Allen Houston-led team that also featured Larry Johnson, Latrell Sprewell, and Glen Rice.
But the celebratory posture that Knicks fans are indulging in is mostly due to an acceptance of anything that isn’t completely dismal and a tolerance of general mediocrity, even in a weak conference.
And who could blame them?
Owner of the Knickerbockers, James Dolan, sabotaged multiple seasons in the anticipation of wining and dining LeBron James into the Big Apple—all while having relatively successful individuals on the roster.
His relationship with Isiah Thomas put the city that never sleeps into a stagnant coma, watching the likes of Zach Randolph, Jamal Crawford, Al Harrington, Nate Robinson, Quentin Richardson and David Lee all come and go without leaving anything to show for it other than a team in shambles and a promise of the future.
The Knicks also placed their faith in Stephon Marbury—for God knows why—the self-proclaimed “best guard in the league,” inexplicably.
So why complain now, especially when the Knicks are on pace to win the most amount of games in nine years, a mere 45?
Because decency has relieved irrelevancy and frustration, placing a mirage over one of the NBA’s greatest cities.
Here’s why the New York Knicks are, at best, fool’s gold: