Bloogeur extraordinaire Rich and I attended the Knick's home-closer (seems an appropriate term, though I could have substituted "fizzle," "deflation," "disgrace") at The Garden (predictably a loss to the Celtics sans Garnett, Pierce, Ray Allen... Leon Powe equally predictably scored an efficient 10 points in 20 minutes while Rondo looked sick, and Cassell was great))...
David Lee came out before the game, and with supreme awkwardness apologized for the horrible season, promising they "would do better" next year (they've never done worse), and that we should enjoy the "free food" (if you consider kettle corn, twizzlers, and immensely soggy pretzels food)... It was sad, as Lee is the one player beloved by all (except Isiah apparently, as it took an injury to Curry to finally get him permanently into the starting five) and you could tell his heart wasn't really in apologizing for a bunch of nonsense he has had relatively little to do with (cf. Marbury trade, Malik Rose trade, Jalen Rose trade (how quickly we forget...), Curry trade, Steve Francis trade, Zach Randolph trade, etc).
But getting beaten by a team's bench is not the "measure of a pitiful season"... No, that would be Mike Dunleavy, poster child for everything that is wrong with college basketball (number 3 pick? Really?) scoring his career high, 36 points, against the Knicks for the third time this year. I admit Mike Jr. has actually had a good year (for the first time in his career) on a mediocre team, but I mean, come on! His career high thrice against our beloved Knicks? Thrice?
This, truly, is the measure of a terrible season.