For a while, this seemed like another snug-fitting chapter in a surprising Knicks novella. For a while, the Knicks were making every shot they looked at, they were defending with their customary ferocity, they were thrilling the small but vocal contingent of Knicks fans on hand at Orlando’s Amway Arena.
Eleven minutes into Wednesday’s game, Immanuel Quickley made a pair of free throws.
The Knicks led the Magic, 32-21. And .500 was so close, you could smell it. You could taste it. Now, look: .500 isn’t for everyone. Break-even feels like the worst kind of consolation prize most of the time. It’s the definition of average. It’s mediocrity. And there are few things less satisfying in sports than mediocrity. (NYPost)