01-05-2007, 07:11 AM
ok, so, ... David Lee. top player. Isiah's job is on a thread, he shant not touch the golden child. Curry, 2nd least likely. He traded 1st round picks for 20 point a game and heart palpations. He's troublesome to trade, and Isiah's job would probably end there. Marbury, I put him third, because he's the face of the franchise, Coney Island's finest, but no one would throw up arms because Marbury is just a troublesome, less than stellar Starbury than he ever was, but there just might be a team out there to be duped into picking him up. Crawford, 4th, the boy will sink 5 shots like water, but he'll lay five bricks that could've been used to build the pyramids, and he'll produce them eagerly. Frye, 5th, because one prevailing attitude in New York sports is the one where hometown youth on the teams is the rarest commodity, and parting with White Plain's own can only be justified by his lack of rebounding consistancy, odd shooting habits, and lack of agression. He seems like the guy on the team who tries to bond with the other guys by passing out the towels and water while he's on the bench.
Everyone else, TRADEABLE. Number 1 shipping commodity, Nate Robinson. Remember that autistic kid from Rochester who sank 6 threes and a shot? Ok, that's Nate, except he also spits freestyle ryhymes and dunks like it's an Oreo. Number 2, Steve Francis. He's gonna end up like Grant Hill, a comeback player for someone else, and then his limbs will fall off. 3, Kelvin Cato, Malik Rose, and Mardy Collins. Send this package somewhere, and just use the money for some better ticket scanners at the Garden. Seriously, I know they're old men and all, but they're holding fucking laser code readers, and they might as well be ripping them and saying "Enjoy the show." That entrance bottles up faster than the Battery at 9am on a weekday. 4, Quentin Richardson. Eh, he can go wherever, he looks like every power foward the Knicks have had since Anthony Mason, Larry Johnson, Tim Thomas, some other bald guy, and him, they're all a blur, except Johnson, just for that four point play, and swinging at Zo. Now, everyone's all like, "But Zo has one kidney now." I don't like Zo. I don't like that he was friends with Ewing, I don't like that he was on the Heat, and I don't likey that Reily went down to coach him. AND, on that matter, I don't like how Van Gundy quit on the team 20 games into the season, took a job at TNT, and then jumped on board the Rockets. The Rockets are seriously like the sworn enemy of the Knicks, it's like Joe Torre quitting the Yanks to manage the Red Sox. 5, whosever left after all that. Bring Ron Artest home, I say. It's an insult to New York basketball to have Queensbridge's, LaSalle, St. John's own Ron Artest. I theorize that he's only insane because he still cannot fathom having a French center drafted over Ron Artest by his hometown team, and nor can most human beings, all pets, and some household appliances.
Everyone else, TRADEABLE. Number 1 shipping commodity, Nate Robinson. Remember that autistic kid from Rochester who sank 6 threes and a shot? Ok, that's Nate, except he also spits freestyle ryhymes and dunks like it's an Oreo. Number 2, Steve Francis. He's gonna end up like Grant Hill, a comeback player for someone else, and then his limbs will fall off. 3, Kelvin Cato, Malik Rose, and Mardy Collins. Send this package somewhere, and just use the money for some better ticket scanners at the Garden. Seriously, I know they're old men and all, but they're holding fucking laser code readers, and they might as well be ripping them and saying "Enjoy the show." That entrance bottles up faster than the Battery at 9am on a weekday. 4, Quentin Richardson. Eh, he can go wherever, he looks like every power foward the Knicks have had since Anthony Mason, Larry Johnson, Tim Thomas, some other bald guy, and him, they're all a blur, except Johnson, just for that four point play, and swinging at Zo. Now, everyone's all like, "But Zo has one kidney now." I don't like Zo. I don't like that he was friends with Ewing, I don't like that he was on the Heat, and I don't likey that Reily went down to coach him. AND, on that matter, I don't like how Van Gundy quit on the team 20 games into the season, took a job at TNT, and then jumped on board the Rockets. The Rockets are seriously like the sworn enemy of the Knicks, it's like Joe Torre quitting the Yanks to manage the Red Sox. 5, whosever left after all that. Bring Ron Artest home, I say. It's an insult to New York basketball to have Queensbridge's, LaSalle, St. John's own Ron Artest. I theorize that he's only insane because he still cannot fathom having a French center drafted over Ron Artest by his hometown team, and nor can most human beings, all pets, and some household appliances.