I’ve got this odd tingling sensation in my arms. At first I thought it was that expired box of Hot Pockets I ate, but I’m still all tingly even after I ate another, unexpired Hot Pocket (the expired and fresh ones will cancel each other out in my tummy). Is it possible that I’m feeling…empathy for Knicks fans? Is that what empathy feels like? I don’t like it if so. I want to go back to the emotion I’m used to feeling towards Knicks fans, which is schadenfreude.
There’s a lot going wrong for the real New York team right now. They scored eight in one quarter against the Raptors and would have lost by fifty if the Raptor’s bench could have kept things together. Carmelo’s losing his marbles and his unhinged locker-room rants are calling into question his mental stability. Kristaps is still being sabotaged by the Achilles tendon gods. Derrick Rose hates basketball but wants a max contract to play it.
The one mildly positive thing that has happened in the past two weeks for the Knicks, which is Justin Holiday scoring 17 points, makes very little progress in bolstering the collective spirits of the fanbase. And, for some reason, instead of mocking the suffering of Knicks fans, I actually feel sympathetic towards their plight.
I don’t like this. Make it stop.