With this game, Willy Hernangomez is basically telling Joakim Noah, “Yeah you can just keep doing ‘roids for as long as you want, since getting held out of games for injecting raw 100% horse testosterone into your scrotum and perineum is better than getting held out of games because you flat out suck at basketball now.” Willy just scored more points than Noah has scored in the last three seasons combined, AND he didn’t need ‘roids to do it as far as we know, AND he did it in a very aesthetic way. The word “aesthetic” isn’t even in Noah’s personal dictionary.
(Fun bonus fact: Willy also has a very aesthetic face. Let’s just say that Noah’s face isn’t quite as aesthetic. So, in this case, the game matches the face.)
I’m pretty much ready for the Knicks to rid themselves of all their so-called “important” pieces (Rose, Anthony, and Noah) just so they can start over with the Ivory Towers of Porzingis and Hernangomez. The superteam that the Knicks tried to assemble might go down in history as one of the worst superteams ever, but if it jumpstarts Willy’s career, then I’m all for it.
I’m also all for New York city residents finally admitting that their pizza is disgusting (huge soggy triangles are not pizza, nor do they meet the basic requirements for counting as “food”). That doesn’t have a lot to do with the Knicks other than that both things are huge disappointments.