Welcome to Fortuitous Bounce, a semi-regular Knicks blog.
The kids want to know what the bounce is and why it's, in fact, back. Let's be clear, this is our blog's first post, but the bounce may be back. Or it never left. Let's explain.
Brushing aside the surface references to Walt Clyde Frazier's favorite phrase, fortuitous bounce encompasses all things metaphysically Knicks. Since untold numbers of Isiah-era Knicks fans root for their team to actually lose because they see defeat as the best prescription for long-term success (i.e. Isiah gets fired), double meanings seem natural territory for a Knicks blog. Thus fortuitous bounce applies to the following:
- To the luck bounce of lottery balls which brought us Patrick Ewing,
- To Alan Houston's rim bouncing series winner versus the Heat,
- To the bounce in Nat-Rob's step, which may or may not prove fortuitous for the Knicks.
- To the bounce in Eddy Curry's bosom, which may or may not prove fortuitous for the Knicks.
- To the colloquial meaning of bounce which connotes "to leave" (as in "Isiah's getting bounced out of the Knicks GM position was fortuitous," or as in James Dolan saying, fortuitously, "Yo, I have to bounce as owner of the Knicks")
- To the bounce(s) involved in Nat-Rob's 30 or so attempts during last year's dunk contest
- To the fact that the Knicks don't even have the opportunity to have a fortuitous bounce in this year's NBA Draft Lottery because of the Eddy Curry trade.
- To the fact that "bounce," as a swagger-intensive state of being, which several current Knicks embody, may be in the NBA's modern era, inherently fortuitous.
- It's a catchy name.
1 comment:
May I suggest as an addition to the list the meditation "Bounce" by the modern day prophet John Francis Bongiovi - the natural choice as the official theme for Fortuitous Bounce. His devotion to the wisdom of the ancients is without rival and his remarkably accurate prophecy rivals Nostradamus. I submit for your consideration:
Bounce
I been knocked down so many times
Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a *bleep*
Bounce, bounce nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
Ill take the hit but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a *bleep*
Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just dont give a *bleep*
Bounce, bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, bounce stand up, shout it out
Bounce, bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
Ill be bouncing back again
Amen.
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