By now you've all heard of Donnie Walsh's departure as president and general manager of the New York Knicks. Walsh cites health and concerns about the length of his commitment as the primary reasons for his departure, but we all know that's complete dog shit. [Blogger's Note: Like Isiah Thomas' insistence that he does not want the big chair back.]
Unfortunately, a class act like Walsh chose to lie with dogs to save our wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked ship from sinking. I can imagine he's ready to return home to Indiana for a well-deserved flea bath.
More than anything Walsh provided an air of stability and order to The Garden that had not been present in over a decade. For once, Proud Ones finally felt as if someone with some damn sense had control of the reigns. Knick fans no longer awaited the newest sex scandal, lopsided trade or albatross free agent signing. Instead, we looked to the future and believed that while James L. Dolan was still owner, the behind-the-scenes turmoil that categorized recent years had at least been momentarily quelled. I actually feared for the future prospects of this site, as Walsh's new regime provided less and less tabloid cannon fodder by the day.
I'm thinking stock in Knicker Lover hate is about to spike. That is not a reference to the director/superfan.