Everything Changes, Nothing Changes

It's been about 2 years since I've broken you (the fictional audience) off and from the previous posts it's like nothing changed. The Knicks still have their picture on the side of a milk carton because they are lost. Jets have fragile china back at QB and are totally uneven (losing by 41 to the jags and putting the clamp on NE, what?). The biggest difference there is that the coach no longer looks like he could suit up and fill in on the secondary (but fill in on the Nathan's hot dog eating contest for sure). The Mets, that's another story. Instead of being the poor man's NY franchise (which has been and always will be the Islanders) they are the ascendant kings of NY. The corpulent Yankees may still overshadow them in the press, but those with their ear to the street know that Shea is the fucking jump off (thankfully only for two more years).

The current line up

Knicks=G-Unit
2 dudes who used to have pull but might as well be hung out to dry. Just like your boy 50 needs to be easy and fall back before he is taken any less seriously, Starbury and Franchise need to fade to black. In a strange coincidence, 50 moves away from beef against everything in the universe when starbury stops beefing with Doc Brown. Now they both pout. Both groups also has a lot of bullshit fatties (jerome james, eddy curry/tony yayo) midgets (nate robinson/prodigy, havoc) and bench players everyone is clamoring for but you never get enough of (jamal crawford, david lee, renaldo balkman (i can't fucking believe it)/M.O.P)

Mets=salsa music
Full of energy and distinctly hispanic.

Jets=Southern Rap
Both love the white (pennington/coke-aye-ina), are rarely taken seriously and sneak up on you in the end (Jets make the playoffs?/Jeezy selling multiplatinum?). Also both have mutual love of hoes.