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– The players who survive — indeed, the ones who thrive — realize that a love of the game is not enough, that being a professional entails honing one’s craft day after day –

During one lunar year, I have been declared invisible: I shrieked and was not heard, I stole my bread and was not decapitated. I have known what the Greeks did not: uncertainty. In a bronze chamber, faced with the silent handkerchief of a strangler, hope has been faithful to me; in the river of delights, panic has not failed me. Heraclitus of Pontica admiringly relates that Pythagoras recalled having been Pyrrho, and before that Euphorbus, and before that some other mortal. In order to recall analogous vicissitudes I do not need to have recourse to death, nor even to imposture.

I owe this almost atrocious variety to an institution which other republics know nothing about, or which operates among them imperfectly and in secret: the lottery.

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Someone needs to tell these young men about the knicks. and how routing for them your youth well prepares them for a world filled with dissapointment, loss, longing, tragic ineffectuality, a life filled with waste and unfufilled potential.

Someone needs to tell these young men about Charles Smith, and what Vernon Maxwell did to the Knicks in Houston 15 years ago; tell them about trading Rod Strickland, and passing on Artest in the draft. Tell them about eight years of rumors about getting Chris Webber, when Chris Webber wasn’t even that nice. About never giving Starbury some players that could fill the lane, and it goes on and on and on. Basketball is bigger than a game, and there important lesson learned by loving the Knicks.

We should just prepare the youth better, thats all.