We admit it: we’ve grown a bit old. We feel the pull of nostalgia from our misspent youth and grow wistful when we see our old heroes’ paunches on television. We try to resist wallowing in our past with so much awesome in the present, but we fall prey occasionally.
Therefore, we felt badly when DJ Strawberry found himself a Rocket as he was casually tossed aside by the Phoenix Suns. We just gained an opportunity to see many Suns games and were looking forward to seeing this young bulldog of a defender sink his teeth into the weak and infirm guards of the league. Darryl’s boy made good, you know?
And then we heard the worst of it last night: Patrick Ewing’s kid has been named the official mascot of the New York Knicks.
Of course, Houston had Patrick Ewing, Jr., so they must have determined they only needed one legacy player when they traded him to the Knicks Friday. In case Junior had any self-worth left as a player, he was traded for the rights to Frederic Weis. You remember Frederic Weis, don’t you? No? Case closed.
The Rockets did a solid for the Knicks, tossing them the prodigal son as a possible 12th man and towel-waver to appease the crowds that will not see a winning team for years. It could not be more cynical or callous by Knicks president Donnie Walsh and it will totally work.
We really feel for the young man. He worked his tail off growing up to live up to the Ewing name, followed in huge footprints at Georgetown, and managed to carve his own path regardless.
Now, because of NBA labor laws and a crass management structure in New York, he has to show up at charity events, mall openings, and (oh, by the way) the occasional basketball game he might be activated for. We didn’t think we could despise the current state of the Knicks more, but Donnie’s working on it.