Back To NYC...Home to the Worst Team...EVER

So Thursday I head back to the Big Apple for about a week. Have to get my shoulder checked out from my August surgery, see some friends, hit up Blondies, Virgils, Ruth's, Chris, Andy's Deli, my barber, Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robbie, Johnny, and Brian, among my other favorite places in NYC.

So New York, here I come. Your number one son is coming back to grace you.

San Fran has been a blast. When I came out here the Warriors were the talk of the town. 12-7 with more young talent than you knew what to do with. Since my arrival the Warriors have stumbled to the tune of 11-21.

It's been bad, but not too bad. It has been fun. At least it's not the 1993 Mets. The 1993 Mets, pre New-Mets, were supposed to be the talk of the town. With superstar Bobby Bonilla, big bat Eddie Murray, and what looked like a solid rotation headed by the Doc and Bret Saberhagen, the Mets were poised to make their run. 1993 was now, or so we thought.

The result? 59 wins.

I never thought it could get worse in New York City. The Mets were a joke. They were supposed to contend and they ended up the worst team in baseball.

Sounds familiar.

In the midst of the Warriors 11-21 run there are the 8-25 New York Knicks. Not too bad, huh? Filled with bright young talent, a hall of fame coach, a new man in the middle in Eddy Curry, and a new sharpshooter in Q Rich, this was the year.

At least I can say that when I was 11 I was naive.

I'm sorry to write another piece about how bad the Knicks are, but the truth is I find these pieces truly enjoyable. Plus, I'm excited to get to where it all began, the world's most famous arena.

These Knicks are the most disgraceful sports team to ever hit New York.

They should have absolutely everything in the world going for them.

They have the most money.

They play in New York, the center of the basketball world.

They play in the world's most famous arena.

Players dream of becoming a Knick.

So how the hell is it all possible? How can they be this bad. Surprise, surprise...Isiah

It is approaching trade deadline time and Isiah is the hot name in the industry. I chatted with big Maciej and the big fella about ways to make the Warriors better. The first thing we thought, how could we rip off Isiah?

So a number of trades are being discussed.

The two big names being discussed are Steve Francis and Kenyon Martin.

This smells like turnaround.

Steve Francis earns an award every single year that is named after none other Stephon Marbury himself.

"The Stephon Marbury award" goes to the "superstar" who gets traded every two years whose former team significantly improves from the trade while the new team gets worse.

Other candidates include Warriors chucker Baron Davis and Shareef Abdur Rahim.

Wouldn't it be great if somehow Isiah could get his hands on all three of these guys?

He could run a three guard lineup with Boom D, Stephon, and Francis with Abdur Rahim at the 4 spot and Eddy Curry's half a heart in the middle.

I think it could happen. I could see the headline now. "Knicks trade Frye, Lee, Ariza, Robinson and their 1st round picks from 2007-2013 in a four-way deal that netted them Francis, Davis and Rahim."

Why not?

These are the new Knicks.

But no matter how bad the Knicks are it's not going to return my homecoming. Tommorow I return. I'll probably hit up the St. Johns v Seton Hall game at the garden just because Big East basketball is the thing I miss the most. Then of course there is the New York Post, the greatest piece of paper on the east coast and a cause of many the argument between myself and AFOMG, a loyal Daily News reader...Salt.

I'm going to blast "City of Blinding Lights" and "New York" when I touch down in the city.

Excuse, this rant, I'm just excited. Excited to read about the Mets every day in my local paper and to read about what big moves the Knicks will make to further suckify this season and then go on to further mess up their future.

New York City.

VCD,

SM