My Knicks History: Part 1

I'm 24 years old. For as long as I can remember I've been a diehard New York Knickerbocker fan. I grew up loving Patrick Ewing not Michael Jordan. I rooted for Gerald Wilkins, not Dominique. I've never seen the Knicks win the championship, so I take pride when a former Knick wins a ring with another team. Damn it, I love the Knicks.

I've stuck by the Knicks through thick and thin. I watched the Knicks in the eighties when the NBA was dominated by the likes of the Celtics, Lakers, and Pistons. Plus the Bulls had Jordan and the Hawks had Nique. It was so bad in the eighties that some conspiracy theorists say the 84 draft was rigged so the Knicks would get Ewing.

I cheered the Knicks in the nineties when they were actually good. Just not good enough. There were the years in the early nineties where there was nothing we could to beat Jordan, Scottie Pippen, and whoever the third person was in the triangle offense at the time.

Then Jordan retired. This was supposed be our time. We cruised through the playoffs and made it to the finals. Then it happened, or I should say he happened: John Starks. Starks went like 2 for like twenty or something. I'm not mad at him though cuz shooters shoot. But that hurt.

The next year the Knicks did not even get to the finals. Instead they got introduced to the Magic of Shaq and Penny (Anfernee Hardaway). Fortunately for the Rockets that magic ran out as they swept Orlando in the finals.

The Knicks window of opportunity had closed. We had a new rival in the Miami Heat (think back to Jeff Van Gundy wrapping himself around Alonzo Mourning's leg). Jordan came back to win three more titles. The Knicks were always competitive and always a playoff team. There was always hope...