After getting their collective bell rung last night in the Windy City the team adjusts their sack and heads east. What's the ticket to victory? If there is one, it's run Eddy Curry's ample ass into the ground.
"New York, New York ... I won't go back
Indelible reminder of the steel I lack
I gave you seven years, what did you give me back
Jaw grind disposition to a panic attack."
--Soul Coughing