From the desk of: DUTCH PANTS CAN'T JUMP
Steve Mills and Scott Perry
Continue Pushing Knicks Up The Mountain
What's sad for me as someone with a blog, much less being a fan since the mid 1970's, is the standard operating procedure put in place twenty years ago which still remains in effect today, by all indications will continue steering the future course of this organization for an unceremonious third straight decade to come. I could be wrong with regards to what tomorrow holds, but the narrative emanating out of an unyielding MSG to date remains unchanged. There was that one fleeting moment when Donnie Walsh expertly restored to the Knicks long needed financial flexibility and roster maneuverability. That is until James Dolan trampled him (and coach D'Antoni) underfoot like some flaming brown paper bag of dog poop left on his front porch.
David Fizdale is merely MSG's latest victim. I wish him well. His departure at the very least reconfirms the ongoing dysfunction afflicting the Knicks. Fizdale marks the twelfth Knicks head coach of this new millennium, and now Mike Miller steps in as unlucky number 13 in the last 19 years. Players across the league have taken notice of this organization's behavior, and thus rate them low on the NBA's most favored destinations list. The most recent off-season speaks for itself. James Dolan is of course the founder of this calamity we call the Knicks. In turn Steve Mills is his lead executive. And until Mills is relieved of his duties I do not foresee any relief from this prolonged state of futility.
Meanwhile Scott Perry to me represents the stack of pages reading: all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Next thing you know it's your face in the old picture hanging behind the ballroom bar. You've always been caretaker of the world's most dysfunctional arena, Sir.