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Hilarious!

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On a night when the Knicks desperately needed their floor general to throw it into third gear and manage a heady brand of hero-free ball, hangups and hallucinated marquee beefs, Raymond Felton figured out a way to rev the ****er all the way to ninth, sending smoke and sparks and liquid rubber and panic fumes spewing forth like a sarin cloud and choking out the offense at every conceivable turn.

In sane person’s speak, tonight Felton was much more liability than asset – on both ends of the floor. He managed to hit a handful of mid-range jumpers, yes, but only because the Rocket guards were daring him to do so, taking away any and all lob options as long as they could and banking on what has to be,

at this point, the most obvious scouting report in the entire NBA: If you’re matched up on Felton, chances are he has a grudge against you. Doesn’t really matter if it’s real or not, just GO AFTER HIM. Sadly, with D-Will heading to town for a rubber match, Ray won’t have much time for lamentations. Time to brush it off and move on, Ray. And by it, I mean, of course, that that medium sized alpine mountain range on your shoulder.