People moaning about the Rose Trade.
Like, DUH.
I was thrilled by that game.
Even with Julius having an off night and the refs fucking us up the ass without the common courtesy of a reach around, so many wonderful takeaways.
The Knicks are a work in progress, and so many miles to go.
But the entrance of the Rose-Quickley back court and the subsequent 25-6 run? DRose was simply inspired, and even though the fruit wasn't falling for IQ, the sheer joy on his face, like, DAMN, I'M OUT HERE WITH DERRICK ROSE.
That may have been the most eventful 5-8 minute Knicks debut since Latrell Sprewell's first preseason game.
Derrick is in the Ron Harper autumn of his career, so he is a bench player, good for 20-25 minutes a night max.
But he looked brilliant. HAPPY. In Command. Not sure when I yelled louder. When he hit a pair of threes. When he made a steal. Or the look on Obi's face when DR hit him in stride on the back cut. DAMN.
Two days of practice until Friday's game with the Wizards.
Cannot believe that Perry & Perrin Inc. got DR for next to nothing.
PS: Derrick's thoughtful and spiritual post game reasoning behind why he chose the numer 4 was sublime.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dTGDZxC5_M&fbclid=IwAR3xfgiALfkN0dO1w96MvD8gyvClNpSZDP4T2CE3gHXsfWrWW8JSmUZqevUPPS: Derrick [4]. Immanuel [5].