So James Dolan, the owner of the New York Knicks, made headlines two weeks back when he said the team would raise season ticket prices by an average of 50 percent.
The reasoning: Hey, we haven’t upped prices during the terrible years—and I said I’d only do it once we make the playoffs. So …
In case you haven’t been paying attention, the Knicks—with Carmelo—suck. I mean, they don’t merely stink or sorta stink or lack for chemistry. They suck. Badly. Pre-trade, they moved the ball. Swing-swing-inside-outside-Galo on the wing-Chandler slashing-inside-to-Amar’e—Bam! Two points.
Now—inside to Amar’e. Outside to Melo. Inside. Outside. Forced shots. Nobody rotating. Boring. Dull. Maddening.
I don’t usually root for or against teams, but I’ll make an exception: I want the Knicks to miss the playoffs, because I loathe James Dolan with a passion. He’s your typical fuck-the-fans modern owner, concerned only with the buck and his ego.
So what happens when New York misses out?
My guess: Chaos.