this morning #634.

this morning, amongst the ewing posters and starks & anthony jerseys, surrounded by nate robinson bobbleheads & autographed balls, knee deep in largely-nineties nostalgia, he’d already accepted another clunker of a season from his beloved knicks. next year, he would turn fifty & ever since the team took home the NBA championship a couple of months before his birth, they hadn’t repeated the feat. for a brief period ten years back, when the nets made the move to his borough, he’d flirted with the idea of jumping ship. ultimately, he had to accept that he’d already invested too much of his life in the dream of his team being more of a champion & less of a punchline.