Knicks owner James Dolan continues to prove why he is the worst owner in professional American sports, this time by ordering the Knicks City Dancers — that’s the team’s dance group that comes out to shake some booty during the game breaks — to stop dancing. How their dancing has anything to do with the team’s slow start is anybody’s guess.
During the Knicks’ Sunday loss to the Timberwolves at home, Dolan reportedly left his courtside seat to find newly-hired GM Steve Mills and rave to him about the team’s poor first quarter (they gave up 40 points). Of course, Mills had no hand in putting this team together, as he was hired just before the season began — not to mention that he was not on the court in any capacity and does not control the team’s ability to perform from his Madison Square Garden suite. No matter — Dolan wanted to yell at somebody, so he found somebody to yell at.
And this is what he yelled about (via the NY Daily News):
Dolan has become such a hands-on owner — figuratively speaking — that, according to a source, he doesn’t want the dancers dancing. Crazy, right? The same guy who wanted creative input on the dancers’ outfits (and he’s good at it) apparently ordered that the girls’ roles be reduced to mostly throwing T-shirts into the crowd. They performed maybe one routine on Sunday.
Why? No one seems to know, except the standard answer is usually “that’s Dolan.”
Frank Isola, as always, hit the nail on the head when defending the KCD later in the article:
Be upset all you want at the players for underperforming. But the dancers?
The KCD’s have been the model of fitness, enthusiasm and execution for two decades. The Knicks? They’ve had one good season out of the last 13.
Dolan started the season by saying he had championship aspirations for the team. Somebody should tell him that the championship only comes after 82 games are played, plus four rounds of playoffs. Plus, the guys who are dribbling, passing and shooting the orange ball are the ones responsible for the team’s performance, not the cheerleaders. Get a clue, moron.
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