To Die For

New York's offense is humming, but how long can they afford to keep living dangerously?

Good morning! The Knicks are back in action tonight and Sunday against the Nets. I’ll be on halftime for both games, so come say hi. As far as the injury report, Towns (knee) and Deuce (knee) are questionable, while Brunson and Cam Payne are probable. For the Nets, Nic Claxton is questionable (back) while Dorian Finney-Smith is probable.

To Die For

I came up with an analogy for New York’s current plight.

Fair warning: it’s clunky. But it’s been a long effing week, so here it is.

Imagine the world’s greatest chef. Now imagine that chef falls in love, gets married, and begins cooking meal after meal for their spouse, who predictably is quite the foodie.

This chef is world renowned for creating some of the most delectable dishes imaginable, and wants nothing more than to cook these dishes in wedded bliss forever and ever. The spouse wants nothing more than to eat them. It’s a match made in heaven.

Except there’s a catch: the chef’s food isn’t healthy. In fact, it’s quite unhealthy. Like, put-you-in-an-early-grave levels of unhealthy. There’s no doubt about this, as the spouse’s cardiologist has told them both on several occasions. The problem is that the chef, who buys butter by the tub, doesn’t really know any other way to cook.

At this point, the spouse doesn’t want to give up these delicious meals, but also knows this lifestyle isn’t sustainable. The only hope is the family doctor, who thinks he can come up with a concoction of medications to keep the spouse upright and in decent enough condition to continue gorging on these fantastic feasts. Maybe the doctor can find the right combo of meds, or maybe the spouse won’t live long enough to find out if the meds are working. It’s all up in the air, and nobody is sure of anything.

Neither are the Knicks.