Sunday, July 8, 2007

Christmas in July: Testy to the Knicks?

There's only one thing standing between the Knicks and immortality: David Lee. The 6'-9" forward from Florida is far too team oriented, sane and productive to fit into a starting 5 of Starbury, Q, Zeke Randolph and Eddy Curry. He's got to go...

and there would be no better place for him than Sacramento for the world's worst famous athlete dog owner not named Michael Vick. Suddenly Starbury, a man who has hinted about incest in a crack-tastic interview that's all the rage on YouTube, is actually one of the saner guys on the floor.

Plus, there is also this... The Tru Warier isn't all that, you know, good. Coming into his ninth year as a pro, he's a 44% shooter (36% from 3, and he takes a lot of them) and below average rebounder (6.5 per game last year in 37+ minutes -- compare that to Lee's 10.4 in just under 30). Considering the minutes, just under 19 points a game isn't that great. Sure, he's a lockdown defender, but it's not like Lee's terrible in either category, and frankly, I don't think Testy's defense has been up to his rep for years now. He's just too big to cover the quick guys anymore.

Now, let's look at what's *off* the court. Lee's contract? Just under $1 million a year, though that's going to go up soon, of course. Testy? $7.5 million, which would be a lot higher if he weren't, you know, completely batshit insane. Plus, there's also the fact that Ron Artest is, you know, Ron Artest. A player who utterly destroyed a franchise that was on the rise, is capable of any level of incident... you think he's going to be SANE in New York City? His freaking hometown? The last team he's ever likely to play for in the NBA?

If I were the Kings, I could not do this deal fast enough. I'd even take Jerome James or Malik Rose, both of whom have contracts that border on criminal. In one fell swoop, I make my team more competitive, less combustible, and probably more marketable in the Sacto cowtown, where Testy's act can't be wearing too well.

If I'm the Knicks, I'm doing this deal, because I'm out of my mind and only make moves based on talent, not chemistry.

Santa Isiah, make everyone's day brighter. Make your season ticket holder base shake with anticipation, curiosity and terror. Make the circus come alive for 82 games a year. Make the NYPD put in a new code for Knick-related incidents.

FREE TESTY!

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