I remember reading an old quote from a chess master about why he stopped playing against Bobby Fischer: “He beat me so badly, I never even learned anything.” I think about this whenever the New York Knicks play the Houston Rockets. No team has owned the Knickerbockers quite as hard over the past decade as those Rocket rapscallions. Players change, schemes change, but the one constant is Houston stomping the Knicks firmly into the hardwood.
Wanna act like this 119-97 loss was the perfect microcosm of Houston’s embrace of modern, three-happy offense triumphing over New York’s stone aged mid-range attack?