Last week, Evan Fournier finally got it.
No, seriously. After a lengthy scoring dip where he looked lost in Madison Square Garden’s lights, Fournier remembered how to play basketball.
Okay, okay. Fine. The lingering tryptophan high and/or leftover pumpkin pie has made your favorite New York Knicks enthusiast melodramatic. Let’s try this again.
Evan Fournier remembered why the Knicks signed him; his borderline deadly three-point shooting. No, New York didn’t need a primary scoring option who holds the ball. Fournier came to the greatest city in the world to pace the offense and let the threes fly.