All things must come to an end.
And the Knicks were eliminated from the playoffs last night by Atlanta.
I shouldn’t pick on them. The Knicks did a lot better than so many people thought, including myself. It was fun to have faith, and some hope, in a group of people you want to see succeed. I kept hoping they would find a way to break out of the first round. Just a little faith was needed so that they would find a way.
See, my family is from Illinois, just south of Chicago. We have been Cubs fans since pretty much the beginning of the team. Following a team that has no real chance is how I was raised. I’m suspicious of teams, and people for that matter, who succeed all the time. (I never was a fan of the Bulls for that reason.) There was an indescribable joy I experienced when the Cubs won IT in 2016.
And, being that they haven’t been back, sort of makes me think the Universe has returned to normal.
To me, no team is on top forever, and to a certain degree, neither is a person.
That sounds a bit darker than I wanted…
I guess what I am trying to say is that I enjoyed the Knicks’ struggle this year, I enjoyed them making the playoffs, and winning a playoff game. I hope they can do better next year, and maybe the will.
Not that I’m becoming a Knicks fan.
