"First annual." What a cocky thing to say. How many "first annual" events turn out to be one-time only occasions? And, yes, I know it should be “inaugural” if we’re being grammatically correct, but why would I start now? Plus, I’m feeling cocky. So, what gives me the audacity to welcome you to my first annual New York Knicks Midseason Manifesto? Partly to blame is a 6’11” Turkish man who keeps me up at night. No, this isn’t some smut book your mother reads on the beach. I lose sleep because I have no idea how he could be affecting the future career of a 7’3” Latvian man; nevermind the 7’ tall Spanish man who has become something of an afterthought.
Now this really is beginning to sound like your mother’s smut book. After reading all that, you should understand why I am so skeptical of ‘the second annual’ .
Year after year, the Memphis Grizzlies seem like the odd man out in the Western Conference. Experts project the antiquated pace of “Grit ‘N Grind” will have run its course. Surely the barrage of three pointers from opposing teams will outweigh Memphis’ deliberate, plodding offense. The bizarre supporting cast of journeymen, more journeymen and low-level prospects, will not have the skill or firepower to keep this old school boat afloat. But, alas, the projections are always wrong and Memphis squeezes their way into the playoffs. It’s happened 7 years in a row.