If Brian's rants of hate didn't paint a good enough picture for you, I'd like invite you to step into the world of a New York Knicks fan. I've bled Blue and Orange my whole life. I've witnessed some good times (there were actually a few) and an immense number of BAD times. Yes, the capitalization of "BAD" was done purposely.
Wasting no time, allow me to share with you my most haunting experience as Knicks fan. Hop into the time machine, and let's take it back to 93' Eastern Conference Finals, Game five. After pissing off Michael Jordan and losing a 2-0 lead in the ECF, it came down to a pivitol game five @ the mecca of basketball, Madison Square Garden. The Bulls took the lead, late in the fourth and the Knicks had the last possession to take the series lead before going back to Chicago.
That was the plan, until a worthless sack of dog sh*t named Charles Smith decided to crush the soul of an emotionally unstable eight-year-old, and his dream to see his team potentially shine as NBA Champs.
This bum was 6-foot-10, 235 pounds. He was given the ball directly underneath the basket and left wide open to slam that motherf*cker home! All this POS had to do was jump straight up, and attack that rim! Remember back in the day when you and your little brother used to play with them little kids hoops and you used to straight up dominate? Posting up, and tearing that rim with straight up brute force? That's how it should of went down! Worst case scenario, grow a pair and get fouled. Why are you going for a lay up? How does one get blocked FOUR consecutive times directly under the basket by someone 4 inches shorter? A concept which boggles the mind and tortures me to this day... "A date which will live in infamy," word to FDR.
Here's the infamous play which solidified Smith's legacy as one of the biggest bums to wear a Knicks uniform. Is it unfair to solely blame Charles for losing the series for us? You be the judge.
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