This post was written by Ryan Colburn, a high school basketball teammate of mine. I can pay him no higher compliment than this: If I needed one person to make a wide open jumper to save my life, and I was given a choice between Colburn and Ray Allen, I’d actually think twice.
Before all of Jay’s readers write this post off as absolute blasphemy, I would like to explain myself. Although I am a New York Knickerbocker fan, I’m not all bad. I was born in Connecticut and as a child was faced with the dilemma of choosing a side in the heated rivalry between Boston and New York. (Editor’s note: Heated rivalry? Child please.) Largely because of Spre, Allan Houston and Larry Johnson, I preferred the Knicks and the MSG network rather than NESN with Paul and Antoine.
But I don’t just love the Knicks; I am a huge basketball fan. Whether it is a high school all-star game, hoops mixtape, hoopshype.com, nba.com, NBA TV, (I begrudgingly admit some WNBA Playoffs), I have been thinking about basketball ever since Game 7 ended. I miss it. I miss it maybe too much. I miss it more than ever because I am a recent college graduate and at the moment am struggling to find work. Hell, I watch FIBA competition even if team USA isn’t even playing. That says something. (Editor’s note: Not as much as watching the WNBA playoffs does.) And before I throw some Knicks analysis your way, just know that I rooted for the Celtics all playoffs long, especially when they faced LA.