I saw a security guard in my office building this morning. Knicks fan.
“You heard about Amare?” I said.
He looked up from a small pad of paper he was writing on. “No, what happened?”
“He punched a glass case after the game.”
“Why did he do that?”
“He was frustrated I guess.”
The guard looked at me and titled his head to the side. Squinted his eyes.
“He couldn’t hit something soft?”
Logical question. The big dope.