We are a city of horticulturists; a people that check to see if the Garden flowers have bloomed or wilted every March. We survey our plot, beholding whether our Knickerbockers are clawing for a final playoff spot, contending for a top four-seed as they are this year, or jostling with the inbred children of the Junior Varsity conference that is the East.
We are a city that has taken notice of our position. We find ourselves, against the odds, in possession of first place in the Atlantic division and of third place in the East, surging in at 44-26.
We are a city that knows that if the season were to end in five minutes, we would host the Chicago Bulls in the first round, a team whose own garden has remained watered and well sunlit without its catalyst and premier point “god” Derrick Rose. A Bulls ball club who has likewise disposed of us thrice this season (thanks in large part to Luol Deng’s acquisition of the Holy Ghost in the three contests and his 28 & 8 averages against “Swiss cheese donut” Blue and Orange defense). Continue reading
