Friends, I have a confession. Through this season of unexpected wonders, I’ve been unable to fully participate in the joy. There has been something missing. With growing dread and sadness I’ve watched Mindaugas Kuzminskas go from street clothes to uniform to street clothes again, with no explanation or interviews. I’ve seen his contagious smile dim, and his shoulders sag slightly as he leaves the court. Half-hearted high fives as he walks into the tunnel. The little dark cloud was hard to ignore. The way ahead was clear, but it hurt too much to acknowledge. Cheese had no future here.
Blue Cheese: A melancholy tribute to ex-Knick Mindaugas Kuzminskas
