Two lousy exhibition games, and Knicks fans already have Mario Hezonja booked on a garbage trawler out of Bayonne.
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Oh, and Kiid Rock has concluded that Mitchell Robinson's vitality is suspect based on turning his ankle by stepping on another player's foot, one of the most common injuries in all of hoops)
And, sweet merciful J____, will someone kindly explain
the eternal appeal of Maurice Harkless to a generation of Trader Vics? And whatsoever would justify queering the chemistry of this team before it has even started, and with Kevin Knox already earning his stripes at small forward.
Having hopefully dispensed with the feeding frenzy Knicks fans held in regard to queering all of our plans to pursue fucking Melo 2.0 in Jimmy Butler ("...but see, he GUARANTEES you get Kyrie Irving in the summer of 2019, and without Jimmy, we don't stand a chance...it's a fact...I read it in the newspaper"), once again, here comes the savior from Galilee, Moe Harkless, starting small forward of our dreams.
Yes, by all means, let's bail out Portland from a bad signing.
By all means let's bring on board a cat who in six seasons, SIX SEASONS, has yet to make a case for himself, and who in three seasons with Portland, THREE SEASONS, is averaging 6.8 ppg, with a FT% of .577 and a .309 3-point %.