Personal Narrative-Knicks

“Now presenting your Chicago Bulls!” the announcer screamed as smoke poured into the stadium, and the lights went out. “Starting as head guard, Derrick Rose”, came screeching through the speakers. The crowd was on their feet as all the other players were called by name and ran on to the freshly shined court. There were screams of “We love you Derrick”, while shouts of insults, obviously from fans of the opposing team, the New York Knicks reverberated through the arena. As each player`s name was called, there was a brief flicker of the lights to give that almost slow motion effect as the players took each step. The music seemed suspenseful as to anticipate something more to come than just the players, but it was only the mascot, Benny the Bull making high

There was no light show, no screaming fans, and no mascot; there was just a few “Go Knicks” barely heard coming from somewhere as if from out of space, or just a few people with weak voices, afraid to be heard. The players didn’t yell to the crowd, or wave fists in the air, or even seem to be excited about the game. They seemed to appear as over worked construction men called in on their day

What a baffled lot. Carmelo Anthony, the media proposed star of the Knicks, was in my opinion suffering from a debilitating affliction of the hand which prevented him from holding onto the ball. It seemed to almost jump from his hands each time he had the ball. Unfortunately a Bulls player was always there ready to show him how the ball should be handled. Too many mistakes, missed shots and a cauldron of officials calls cost my misery ridden Knicks the game. All in all, a very exciting game, although out played and out scored, my New York Knicks did their best. See you in New York, Chicago