I'm a New York Knicks fan. Yes yes I know, they suck now, but growing up in North Jersey I had to choose between the Knicks and the Nets and Derrick Coleman + Kenny Anderson just didn't do it for me. No, I was a Ewing, Oakley, Mason, and Starks type of kid. Shoot, I even liked them when Grandmama was a Knick and when Allan Houston had heart. These were my guys and we went through it all: the Rockets,the Finals, the Heat, Riley to Van Gundy, the fight, the four point play, Reggie "The Devil" Miller. I even still have the video recordings of some of the greatest games they ever played.
Above all, the player that stood out to me the most was Ewing. The dude was a beast and most importantly, he cared about winning. You could not doubt his desire to win and his love for New York. The way that Starks would hug him after one of them would make a big play made us all want to hug a tall person or get hugged by a small one. I never wanted to be Ewing, but dammit I loved that guy and I still do. It was a sad day when his time was up with the Knicks.
But two little facts came together for me the other day that have me a little worried: Ewing went to and graduated from Georgetown, one of the most respected educational institutions in America; yet after he retired from basketball he announced that he had never learned how to read. There are only two possible scenarios for this paradox, he cheated or Georgetown isn't all that it's cracked up to be. We might never get a real answer to this problem, but if my future kids want to go to Georgetown, it would be in their best interest for me to steer them away.
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