France will always root against Germany. Samurai Jack will fight Aku till the end of time, and through time. Ditto Jedis and Sith, Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic, and the Knicks and Heat. New York’s 98-94 win Friday night in Miami is a good thing, because justice never rests. Justice never forgets, even years after the war, for many, is over. For some, the war is never over. The practical Knick fan climbs into bed tonight, closes their eyes, and sees phantom ping-pong balls fading to oblivion. Me? I close my eyes and see P.J. Brown burning in Hell, pushing a boulder of calcified karmic debt up a hill; when he nears the top, Pablo Prigioni — resplendent in a shining toga/halo ensemble — sneaks up behind him, steals the boulder, and rolls it down the hill.
Knicks 98, Heat 94: '...at least we beat a team I hate'
