Amid my late night Twitter doomscrolling and watching Castlevania for the millionth time, I was struggling to think of something Knicks-related to write about. It wasn’t so much a creative bloc as an inability to focus long enough to actually do it. My mind has felt like one of those people who compete by running on logs in water, always either spinning or falling underwater. I literally felt like asking the universe for help. The universe did.
OK I’m drunk at a bar arguing.
Who was better Karl Malone or Pat Ewing?