N.Y. Knicks ~ Turn Back Now; The Lane is Closed

From the desk of:   DUTCH PANTS CAN'T JUMP

NEW YORK KNICKS:  December 10, 2011 - The Night They Stopped Dancing in the Garden.


I think we last left off with me saying, "Talk to me when we get a Big Man."  -  O.K.  So, let's talk.



No discussion on my part regarding the Knicks shall commence without paying tribute and offering thanks to the founder of the feast; Donnie Walsh; first.  For it was he whom made everything the Knicks are today, possible.  Even despite his age, Donnie Walsh would still be the Knicks GM today were it not for the subversion, mistrust, mismanagement, ulterior motives, Dolan's grudge against Commissioner Stern, and a supposedly banished yet still trusted phantom menace slash advisor lurking in the hallways and shadows of MSG who retained the owner's full trust.  Despite all that,  you're welcome New York!  -   Love Donnie.  And thank you.  But let's do that at another time.

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The Knicks' defensive paint that cleared more opposing take-offs to the rim per game than 747's LaGuardia Airport handles in a day, just got a seven foot control tower placed smack in the middle of the tarmac.  Roger that NBA - You now have a problem approaching the New York Knicks.



This is no longer the New York paint that came to resemble the old dance floor at the famed Studio 54 club because of all the shuffling feet, squeaks, geeks, fancy moves, and glitzy dunks, that to our dismay, the rest of the League bedazzled Knicks' crowds with.  Those doors are now closed; post haste; and getting chained up much in the same manner how they slammed the doors shut on the old club of Sodom.



That's right, moving forward the Knicks' defensive paint will no longer be a place where opposing players can just stroll in, take a long look at the place and dunk basketballs without so much as a single Knickerbocker contesting a shot, or much less showing them around first.  Those days might very well be over if you can believe it.  After all, for so long we were being conditioned to believe Dutch Pants Can't Jump.  And with that shameless plug aside....., 



For the first time in a long time, the Knicks will have a rather large specimen, and a pleasantly talented one at that, ready to answer the door when would be visitors to the paint come knocking.  And I can say with certainty, they won't be getting running starts from the top of the key anymore either.  What's more, all slashes through the high elbow just got a rough road ahead sign placed on it.  Enter at your own risk.  Additionally, the Knicks' low post is also now firmly anchored with at least seven plus feet and over two-hundred and thirty pounds of Tyson Chandler's mass.  You've been warned.


Yeah..., we can talk.  We can talk about a great many things now.  Like Defense, and how the Fan's chants for Dee-Fense might actually get answered now.  And how the rest of the Knick players will now have someone on the floor equally sweaty and imploring them to play defense along with him instead of a head coach half heartily exhorting them to defend from the sidelines.




Tyson Chandler changes all that.  And he doesn't even want the ball.  Imagine that!




That's my first word on this year's Knickerbockers.






Mike.BTB