Now, Who Wants to Sing it?

ANTHEM OF THE KNICKS

Yo, say can you see

By the dawn’s early fight

How so loudly we failed

At the Summit last evening.

Whose clods, Starks, and hyped stars

Threw three-pointers in might

O’er the rim parts we watched

We’re so gallantly stinking

And the Rockets all stared

As our shots just drew air

And gave spoof to our plight

As our king grew gray hair

Oh nay is that ex-Clipper

Allowed on the plane

For the grands we receive

We chest-bump to our grave.

SEAN AND NATE SULLIVAN

Santa Barbara

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I keep hearing and reading all this talk about how boring the NBA finals have been this year. Since when does it take 100 points a game and high TV ratings to make good basketball games? But what do I know? I’m only a fan.

CHRIS E. LOVELESS

Morongo Valley