I Guess It Depends On Your Definition Of Value.

So it turns out that for the fourth straight year, the New York Knicks have topped Forbes' list for the NBA's most valuable team. Now reread that. I'm serious. The Knicks. How is it that the league's most dysfunctional and occasionally most disgraceful team could be worth so much? Honestly, I have no idea. And I love the Knicks. Yes, the same Knicks that traded away their two best players in hopes of maybe signing the L's [second] best player in the summer of 2010. The same Knicks that do not start a center... actually, I don't even think they have a center on their roster (correction: Eddy Curry and Jerome James... wait. They don't count). The same Knicks that traded for Tim Thomas. AGAIN. And for those of you that didn't notice (... who am I talking to?), this is all in the post-Isiah era. With Crawford and Randolph gone, Donnie Walsh has given us a legitimate chance at adding a dynamic duo to the roster in 2010, but that also means giving up on winning for this season as well as the next. Thanks Donnie. Another two years of being the joke of the League. And all of this LeBron talk is unhealthy... let's stop acting like we deserve the man. Instead, how about we focus on playing basketball and trying to become relevant again? You know, valuable?

Like Jay once said:

"They like the drunk uncle in your family

You know they lame, feel ashamed, still you love 'em the same"

Nate Robinson & David Lee a.k.a. The First Round Boys.

Post Script.

An overlooked shout out to J.J. Barea. I'm a believer.

Intrapersonal Communication (Just Maybe...).

This is surprisingly difficult to write. I have no idea why, it's not like anyone is going to read this. This is primarily here for me... you're just a spectator. An outsider. Who is outside. Which is where you belong. Why would I want you inside of my head? Sometimes I don't even want to be there. And I live there. Or here. Wherever. Does it really matter? It's not as if my mind is matter. I have no reason to believe it takes up any space at all. 

Now if I'm talking to you, but in my head, is that intrapersonal or interpersonal? I'm talking to you, but then again... I'm not. I guess it's intrapersonal until you read it. Or maybe then it's both. It's quite confusing. Well, maybe it's actually really simple and I just haven't figured it out yet. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places. Maybe I'm not looking at all. Maybe I'm just over-thinking this entirely. As you can see (or more appropriately, read), I have a tendency to question myself. A lot. People claim I "overanalyze" things. But what do people know? That the Earth is round? Are you sure? How long did it take us to figure that one out? How about E=mc²? Didn't we just catch up to Einstein? We are a pretentious group. It seems like most of us, if not all of us, really don't know anything. So maybe questioning everything isn't so bad after all. just maybe...