In second grade a boy in my class named Michael Crooks moved away. After his last day I went home and buried my face in my pillow, sobbing. The thing is, I wasn’t really even friends with Michael. But him leaving gave me a reason to make something out of, if not nothing, nothing much.
The Knicks lost to the 76ers 101-95 last night in an inversion of their loss last week in Philadelphia: this time the ‘bockers got off to a big lead, held it most of the night, but faltered down the stretch. There are the usual suspects to blame for the loss: questionable rotations, reverting to hero-ball sans heroics, and the free throws — my God, the free throws.