In Times Like These, 'Let's Go Nets'
By MIKE WISE
By MIKE WISE
[I am sorry, I tried to fix up the post cause this was too long... but since it's a member site, I left up bigger quotes... You can't post full articles, it has something to do with copyright laws... btw welcome to the board, and thanks for pointing out the article... -Petey]IRST it was Sprewell's pinkie, then McDyess's kneecap. No manager in Queens, no Series in the Bronx and a lot of bad football at the Meadowlands in between.
These are desperate times when a fan's allegiances are tried, when middle-aged men look up and discover, as David Byrne of the Talking Heads once put it: "This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife."
Now, as the New York sporting world falls into the abyss, there are two clear choices: 1. Reconnect with your significant other and halt this arrested development, or 2. Buy a Jason Kidd jersey and chant, "Let's go Nets!"
But now Kidd, the engineer of the most gifted team in the New York metropolitan area, is implying that he will stay in the Swamp, re-sign with the Nets, make New Jersey and the Meadowlands his home. Most of America's top basketball minds (a bit of an oxymoron) predict that the Nets will repeat as the Eastern Conference's sacrifice to Shaquille O'Neal's Lakers in the N.B.A. finals. The Nets are not only successful, but also suddenly stylish.
Have you seen the 110-foot high mural of Kidd at the corner of 49th Street and Seventh Avenue, paid for by the video-game company he endorses? Or the full-color summer spread of Kenyon Martin in some racy magazine masquerading as a basketball publication? It featured Martin, the Nets' skywalking forward, with a topless model pressed against his bare torso.
It is unclear when it became hip to be a Net, or if rooting for New Jersey is just a radical, counterintuitive approach to dealing with the grief of rooting for the Knicks, Yankees, Mets or Jets. But this Jersey envy is palpable — and it reaches far beyond basketball.
Political columnists groan about the drab New York gubernatorial race, in which a bunch of well-meaning men sit around Gov. George E. Pataki and wave hello to their families and friends before being obliterated in the voting booth. Meanwhile, the Senate race in New Jersey is a seat-of-the-pants thrill ride, replete with a candidate's withdrawal and major implications in Washington.
Purchase your first No. 5 jersey, join the club, catch Swamp Fever. Trust me, it beats couples counseling.