Filed under: Basketball, Brawls, Bread City, Chicago Bulls, New York Knicks, Video | Tags: David Stern, Derek Harper, Jo Jo English, John Starks, Pat Riley, Patrick Ewing, Rivalries, Scottie Pippen
It’s the Eastern Conference Semifinals, and the Knicks are rocking black sneakers for good luck. This is their shot. 1994: the year without Jordan. New York has to win now, while they can. Because whatever little fantasy MJ is living out at that moment – pretending to be a baseball player, Indian chief, astronaut, or whatever – they all know it won’t last.
And the Knicks are winning the series 2-0, when the scuffle breaks out between Derek Harper and Jo Jo English in Game 3. These teams hate one another. Pippen and Charles Smith had technical fouls before the game even started. Now the benches clear quick.
The fight goes down to the ground on some bad jiujitsu. Arms and legs everywhere. John Starks is about to throw a punch when Phil Jackson grabs him from behind. They both get tackled into the stands, and security bodies Starks up. Ewing and Pippen play the old hold me back, hold me back game. And Pat Riley’s not even mad until Derek Harper puts hands on coach’s suit.
But the best part? David Stern sits a few mere rows from the melee. He’s literally close enough to reach out and break up the fight himself, but he can’t move. The commissioner just stares, bug-eyed, into his own personal slow motion disaster reel, as both teams crush the heavy spenders sitting courtside.
New York went on to win the series in 7 games, and Jordan returned to basketball the following season.
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Madison Square Garden, New York Knicks | Tags: 1990s NBA, Anthony Bonner, Herb Williams, Hubert Davis, John Starks, Pat Riley, Patrick Ewing, Rolando Blackman
From the deep archives. Of course 9-year-old me had to sign it to be official. Featuring original bulletin board pushpin holes and Herb William’s signature. Knicks put up 130 on the 76ers. Frame-worthy.
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Miami Heat | Tags: Pat Riley, Serpico
My man Pat Riley is looking mad grizzled, like he’s about to take on the whole NYPD himself, hip surgery be damned. Who can trust a cop who don’t take money, know what I’m saying? All he needs is that Just For Men, and it’s a lock.