To me, the most important moment in Knicks history since 1973 came not during game action, but actually when the ball had been blown dead.
The Knicks were playing the Hawks, the Hawks got called for a foul and Hawk player Kent Bazemore knocked the ball out of Knick rookie Kristaps Porzingis’ hands and the two went chest-to-chest.
Outta nowhere came Carmelo Anthony, not only shoving Bazemore away, but actually ready to do something.
I was like:
Make no mistake, all the Knicks championship hopes ride on Carmelo’s shoulders. For years, he’s been the most talented player in the NBA never to have done shit.
No chips, no MVPs, nigga ain’t even been to The Finals.
The closest he came was the Western Conference Championship back in 2009, when he was with Denver playing against the Lakers.
The knocks on My Dude have been several; doesn’t play defense, not as a good a rebounder as he should be, doesn’t pass, takes bad shots…
And you had to knock him cause you couldn’t say, like you could with, maybe, like a Barry Sanders or somebody, that he’d never played with anybody.
Shit, the nigga had AI when Iverson still had talent for a few season back on the Nuggets.
Then he gets to New York and he’s got Amar’e Stoudemire; then for one magical season, the Knicks added – even though they were both geezers – Jason Kidd and Rasheed Wallace.
No, the true problem with Camelo has always been that he couldn’t share the spotlight.
Like Iverson, he wanted to win, but he wanted to win on his terms; and you see what that shit did for Iverson.
Muhfuccas that do win eventually come to the understanding that winning comes with it’s own terms, and it’s only after you’ve done it at least once, that you can try to mold those terms to yours.
So the reason that Carmelo defending Porzingis becomes so important is that Carmelo plays in New York.
And if you don’t know New York, New York is racist as shit.
So, of course, after initially getting over the fact that the Knicks had drafted a 7’2″ weirdo scrub from Croatia, when Knick fans realized the scrub could actually play, in the eyes of many white New Yorkers, Porzingis became The Savior.
My thinking is, a younger Carmelo woulda resented Porzingis for that. Mighta froze him out, definitely wouldn’t have defended him if the boy had gotten into some shit.
The fact that Carmelo had his back showed me two things: Carmelo’s matured to the point that he’ll do what’s necessary to win and he knows that time is short.
And again, make no mistake; Camelo Anthony is one of the most genuinely crazy muhfuccas anywhere.
In a world where every nigga on the street or social media talks, tweets or texts a good one, Melo really is bout that life.
And this goes beyond him turning up in that “Stop Snitchin” video back in Baltimore after his rookie year.
This comes up to that day when Kevin Garnett joked that Melo’s wife, the shockingly beautiful La La Antony, had a pussy that tasted like Honey Nut Cheerios.
Remember what Melo did?
He went and waited for that nigga KG by the team buses.
If the nigga wasn’t crazy, he would have made a big deal outta it.
You’d have heard him before you could see him.
But since the nigga was simply standing there, quiet as a church mouse like we really coulda missed his 6’8″ ass, let me know all I needed to know.
Knicks in 6 against… whoever.