The War Report

I didn't get to see the knicks in their last couple since there is no MSG on the cable here in the heartland. Likewise, no coverage of Gang Green. The Mets, hush, for it is all better left unsaid when it comes to them. Omar and Zeke must be hanging out to come up with the crazy ish that's floating around. So here's the quick hit, bullet point style for your ADHD having ass. To wit:

Jets: I watch the highlights on ESPN and suddenly I'm glad the game wasn't broadcast here (Indiana). The Jets offense, lifeless. Defense, savage. Take it with a grain of salt because it's Zona, but at least one unit is doing it's job. The pass to Santezee was fire, but the defender only had to close his arms a split second sooner and it was a pick. Quincy needs some love from the fans, or so says the NYT, but I think he should be thankful that his ass didn't get booed off the field like Shaun King. I guess that's what you should expect from a state that didn't want to make Martin Luther King's birthday a holiday (jokes!).

Knicks: Tim Thomas catches some feelings about what's been going on in his life. It's tough, for sure, but that 10 million or so you're making should smooth it out. Nope, no it doesn't. But airing it all out to the daily news, that's the type of therapy you can't buy, baby. Before you know it, he's knee deep in buckets. I'm waiting for Starbury to tell all to the Village Voice and score sixty in the coming month.