You ever wonder how much it sucks to recap a shitty game when you’re semi-hungover a Saturday morning? Well, it sucks. A lot. Just not as much as that shitty ass Knicks game last night.
I mean I got through it. The tallboys of Bud Heavy (I’M A TRUE AMERICAN) and the bottle of wine I consumed definitely made it possible.
I don’t have a single meaningful takeaway from this game. I could blame it on being inebriated, but I’d much rather blame it on David Fizdale’s bullshit. If you came here looking for anything meaningful keep lookin’.