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Basketbrawl

On the subject of the Knicks-Nuggets fiasco the other night, I quote one of the local sportscasters: "With under two minutes to go, suddenly a hockey game broke out." From where I sit, this was an elaborate version of Let's-You-and-Him-Fight as played by both coaches. George Karl was sticking it to Isiah Thomas by leaving his starters in, and Isiah fell for it with the maturity of a second grader getting the old nyah-nyah. There's a lot of bad blood between those two men. But George Karl and Isiah Thomas weren't clotheslined, punched, or suspended. Their players were. And their teams were fined. The generals, as ever, plan the battle, watch it, order the men still standing to pick up the fallen, and go back to the tent, where they have a drink and muse on how war is hell.


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