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Iman Shumpert deserves better than a dysfunctional organization that only cares about pleasing CAA and filling seats at the Garden.
Iman Shumpert, still on the New York Knicks despite Arguable Worst Owner in Sports James Dolan’s best efforts, is not known for his play, though it is solid. He is known for his Flat Top (flattop?), because it’s transcendent. Here it is, with its owner, Iman — they’re inseparable — in China, in one of the best pictures, ever.
*This is an inexact number, but the true count isn’t likely to be far off. James Dolan, there’s the door, please see yourself out.
Welcome to The Daily Yam, bringing you the top play from the night before, anything else you might have missed, and what to look forward to today. It’s your one-stop shop when you skipped last night’s action, or have forgotten what day it is. Last night, the Knicks’ Iman Shumpert demonstrated the importance of boxing out when he dropped the putback yammer on Indiana. This is a good one, folks.
You probably turned off the Knicks-Pacers game on Wednesday sometime in the third quarter; after all, the game was 102-66 after 36 minutes. But if you did, you missed Iman Shumpert trip over himself, drop the ball, swing his leg wildly, expertly strike the ball with his back heel and send it rocketing across the court to Steve Novak. And he made the three, of course, giving Shumpert an unintentional kick ball assist.
If you’re one of those terrible, awful human beings who waited days on a line to be the first in your local Apple store to get the iPhone 5, avert those consumer whorish eyes of yours. The Knicks’ Iman Shumpert, in all his Kid ‘n Play haircut glory, is about to dribble, jump shoot, and dunk a brand spankin’ new iPhone 5, making us really understand why those Foxconn workers revolted.
We were worried this would happen: Knees exploding before our very eyes. Ankles and backs and ligaments breaking down as we turned the corner into May. Bodies — young bodies, some of which are very important to the NBA’s future — lying in heaps and screaming on the parquet. Is the schedule to blame?