We managed to make it a close scrappy sloppy affair the whole game. In a game of ugly moments, the last Knicks possession was especially ugly.
For Frank, either the ball handling and passing mistakes, the missing good looks, or preferably both have got to go or at least get turned way down.
Payton at least gets and makes layups.
That last possession was breathtakingly bad. Clyde was besides himself. All the other Knicks bringing THEIR DEFENDERS into Randle's space, like a custom-tailored triple team. Terrible spacing, no sense of ball movement or motion or TRUST in moving the rock and getting the highest percentage shot.
Subsequently, missed defensive assignments on Harris trey. Mitchell was way out of position.
Of particular pain to me. however, given my enthusiasm for Randle, was one of the possessions in the last two minutes, where Peyton is to his right, and Randle is bringing the ball up...GIVE IT TO PEYTON, says I (as does Elfrid's body language)...but Julius is in point forward/hero ball mode, as he dribbles into the paint, clearly intent on bulling his way to the hoop...PASS THE FUCKING BALL, says I...PASS THE FUCKING BALL, says I again. I forget it if was an offensive foul or some other miscue; BE THAT AS IT MAY, a turnover, and a wasted possession.
I am on record as opposed to the Chris Paul Fantasy trades, for a variety of reasons. Not the least of which is that THERE IS NOT A GHOST OF A CHANCE CP wants any part of NY. Be that as it may...
With respect to BoD, tell you what....
If Chris Paul was on the court, he'd have bitten Julius' dick off and stuffed it in his fucking ear; less demonstrably, he still would've shouted at Randle in no uncertain terms, a la fucking Oscar Robertson, "Shut up and GIVE ME THE FUCKING BALL," allowing the PG to call a play, get the spacing right, call out picks and screens, facilitate motion and thus engender all the elements which go into setting up a make-able shot.
[Sigh]
PS: Fuck Andrew Wiggins.