Game Day: Knicks @ Bulls, 2/3/21

The Knicks stay in Chicago for a second straight game. Can they right the ship tonight? Can Elfrid Payton finally get benched? Can Frank Ntilikina finally be dusted off?

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These bastards. The Knicks hung in Chicago to battle the Bulls once more. I’m sure they went back and watched the tape. I wonder what dreamy tale it spun. Did Tom Thibodeau come up with visions of Frank Ntilikina’s length getting up in the ball handler’s jersey and still having the reach to cover the passing lane and protect the rim on a last ditch drive? Does his dream have true blue floor spacing on the other end? That’s all I dream about.

Trade Payton for a top-55 protected second round pick

I haven’t wanted someone gone this desperately since Emmanuel Mudiay. What is the point of handicapping the rest of the starters? RJ, Julius and Mitchell deserve their spots. The only thing Elfrid has done to deserve it is be older than his teammates. That’s not enough and I will not honor it.

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But no one in their right mind would give up a top-55 protected pick for that bum

I cry my tears and beat my chest. Is Ntilikina simply a dream that never happened? Will never appear in my waking life? If you’re an Elfrid apologist, hit me up @aighttho. I would love to yell at you. Bring all your dumb ass fucking friends too. Bring your regular shit clips of his career nights. Bring your statistical mumbo jumbo. Advanced projections with the stinking eye test. The magic eye that needs rest. You’re out of bounds, son. You’re off the bench with an awful stench. You’re suffering from halitosis of the imagination. I can see the green smell lines wafting out of your brain waves. The guy is a bum and you know damn well you are too.

Knicks by -3.75

Frank

Jonathan Schulman

Jon is uneducated. A real nobody. He left New York City for the Catskill Mountains several years ago. He has a blue dog and a red house.

he/him | @aighttho

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