Cause From Marbury's Sole
4/17/2007: By Shaun Powell (Newsday)
Last night, the Knicks closed out the home season and tomorrow, the regular season. They're not in the playoffs, and on some levels, this has been another nauseating result. But now is the right time to reveal the most uplifting statistic of the Knicks' season: No sprained ankles suffered by Stephon Marbury.
 
Dealing With The Playoff Picture
3/25/2007: By Steve Popper (MSG)
While the Knicks are on the edge of the Eastern Conference playoff picture, their fate in that chase could also determine just how good a deal they made when they acquired Eddy Curry. Here's the simple breakdown right now for this deal: If the Knicks miss the playoffs, land in the lottery and somehow win it -- the deal is a disaster. If they make the playoffs, then it looks like all of the fears were unfounded and Isiah Thomas made a brilliant deal.
 
Dolan's Billion-Dollar Babies
3/25/2007: By Mike Lupica (Daily News)
Since 2001, when James Dolan became the big boss at the Garden, Dolan has spent a small fortune of Cablevision money trying to make the Knicks and Rangers matter again, make people think he somehow matters in sports and New York. Call it around a billion dollars spent on basketball and hockey. It is up there with what the Yankees have spent since they last won the World Series, except the Yankees at least still finish in first place every year.
 
European Talent Foreign To Knicks
3/20/2007: By Shaun Powell (Newsday)
The defining moment of his basketball career was a spectacular one, for all the wrong reasons. Frederic Weis stood about as still as another French creation, the Statue of Liberty, when Vince Carter soared over him and dunked during the 2000 Olympics. It was the mother of all poster dunks, and it drove home just how silly it was one year earlier when the Knicks wasted their first-round draft pick on a guy who couldn't even draw a charge correctly.
 
Marbury's Memories Have Sweet Ring
3/19/2007: By Lisa Olson (Daily News)
Around the time Stephon Marbury stepped onto 33rd Street and into the dazzling sunlight, a gaggle of teens tumbled into the Garden. Their wide-eyed looks told the age-old city story: how they hoped to be mini-Marburys, to someday follow in his low-cost sneakers. They wondered if their stomachs might ever settle, if their spot in the sports bubble would finally pop, but mostly they wondered if this night - the Public Schools Athletic League Championships - could be as magical and memorable as the legends foretold.
 
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