Why “Linsanity” Represents What We Love About Sports
By Geoff Preston
I am a Knicks fan. I should preface my argument by making that very clear. I was a Knicks fan through the hellish Isiah Thomas “secret plot to ruin professional basketball in New York” era. I am too young to remember the Patrick Ewing days, or anything resembling good basketball. My lifetime has consisted of watching some of the worst basketball the NBA has ever seen. Remember when Isiah thought Stevie Francis AND Stephan Marbury could co-exist after playing the same position their entire lives? Yup, me too. Remember when the Knicks tanked two seasons and shed absurd amounts of cap room because LeBron James once wore a Yankee hat to an Indians game? Yeah, I was a fan through that. A decade of awful management turned me off to NBA basketball altogether. I’ve always been more of a college basketball guy anyway. So why watch 48 minutes of overpaid (even by professional athlete standards) men not care? Last season was a brief light at the end of a long, brutally treacherous tunnel, but after a 8-15 start it appeared to be business as usual at the Garden.
Is he perfect? No. How long can he continue to light up the NBA? It remains to be seen. I don’t care though, Jeremy Lin has finally made it okay to love not just the Knicks, but NBA basketball all over again. That is one hell of a gift.