This is an open letter, from a die-hard Knicks fan, to NBA Commissioner Adam Silver outlining all the reasons why the league needs to do the right thing and make sure the Knicks land Duke superstar Zion Williamson with the No. 1 pick in June's draft.
My bad, Mr. Silver? It’s Mr. Silver, right. I’m sorry, sir. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, because I have a friend who hasn’t been well. You see, for nearly two-thirds of his 30 years, he’s only known misery. He used to be so full of life and vigor, but he’s always had his hopes dashed and destroyed. Disappointment, heartbreak, sadness, hypertension, you name it, he’s felt it. And it’s through no fault of his own, it’s because of a third party who has done everything to destroy that person’s spirit. It’s sad to see, and I’m tired of seeing it. That’s because that sick, sad, person…is me, Mr. Silver. And I am a lifelong suffering Knicks fan. Sadly, millions of others out there are just like me and suffering in silence. But you can fix this by doing one simple thing, Adam.
Make sure the New York Knicks get the No. 1 pick and draft Zion Williamson.
Freeze the envelope, add an extra ping-pong ball or two, pull a “Moonlight” and announce the wrong name, lock Mitchell Robinson in a boiler room whenever he starts cooking. Do whatever it takes. Whatever it takes. There are rare moments in time where desperation and destiny meet. Some people like to call it fate, some people like to call it a miracle, or a frozen envelope. But to me, and millions like me, desperation and destiny is a 6’7”, 280-pound mound of “what the fuck” from South Carolina. And New York deserves him. When the most hapless franchise in your league also happens to be your most valuable, you’ve got to throw them a bone at least once.