You can understand how Walt Frazier feels. You could certainly empathize with Clyde during the dying minutes of Tuesday’s especially egregious game at Madison Square Garden, the Timberwolves eking out a 112-110 win over the Knicks because — let’s speak plainly here — the Knicks played the last three minutes of the game as if they were five cricket players being introduced to basketball for the very first time.
Clyde is a gentleman, and so it isn’t so much what he said on MSG’s telecast as how he reacted to watching the Knicks look wholly incapable of functioning as an offense on possession after possession after possession down the stretch. The pain in his voice was obvious.
And you can understand, right? Think about asking Beyoncé to sit through a recital where five amateurs try to outdo themselves singing horrifyingly off-key versions of “Single Ladies.” Think about asking Daniel Day-Lewis to sit through a series of screen tests from guys pulled off the street to do the “Always Be Closing” scene from “Glengarry Glenn Ross.”
That’s where the Knicks are right now at point guard.
“The Knicks are all over the place,” Clyde said at one point late in the game, and the angst in his voice was such that you hoped Mike Breen gave him a consoling hug at game’s end. But, then, Clyde has only two of the millions of eyes that see the same thing every game.…