There is skepticism attached to this, of course, and it really has little to do with Joakim Noah, even if those 29 games he played last year are a red flag, even if the fact he’ll turn 32 next February is another, even if the reported cost of securing his services for the next four years — $72 million — makes just about anyone with common sense take pause.
No, this is less about Noah than it is about Phil Jackson, than it is about James Dolan, than it is about all the ghosts that inhabit Penn Plaza, all the dreadful decisions and short-sighted signings, all the slapstick that reaches back so many years.