I'm a big Knicks fan, and I will tell a professional basketball player that they suck because they didn't do what I wanted them to do.
Being a die-hard Knicks fan, I remember hunting down these orange-and-blue Nikes that they only released in England. And I used to hunt for sneakers when I DJ'd in Japan. But then Nike flooded the market with a head-spinning array of color combinations and it just didn't seem cool anymore.
I really wanted to get drafted by the Knicks, and it was a dream come true. I wasn't even hearing the boos that night. I was just having a special moment with my family, hugging them.
I was a Knicks fan of the Kenny Sears-Carl Braun-Jim Baechtold vintage. I was even their ball boy when I was a teenager.
Of course, I've been a Knicks fan growing up, always rooted for the home team. But I really can't see myself in a Knicks jersey - only because I've been in one jersey.
I'm a New Yorker, man. I'm a Knicks fan.
I was a Knicks fan until the day I bought the Bulls.
I'm a recovering jersey wearer who can't bear to get rid of the blaze-orange Knicks warmup top that makes me look like James Carville on a highway repair crew.
To me, the thing is, through good or bad, if you're a Knicks fan, you're down with the Knicks, and that's the bottom line.
