As a kid playing outside in the backyard, do you remember how after falling down and peeling skin from your knee, you would come running into the house with crocodile tears rolling down your face? All hell broke loose the very moment you noticed blood. Once inside, do you remember how your mother, in her most soothing voice, always showered your minor injury but bruised ego with compassionate words of comfort? Then she'd place an "everything is going to be just fine" bandage over the scrape that would bring your crying to a conclusion and make you feel much better. Still, in all your splendid glory, you never failed to capitalize on this touching moment as the perfect time to play upon her willing emotions to get what you really wanted...
"May I have a glass of Kool-Aid?"
Those were the infamous words softly muttered from your mouth. After such a disappointing-turned-touching moment, there was just something about the sweet, refreshing taste of Kool-Aid that personally assured you that not only was everything going to be just fine, but that everything, in fact, was just fine.
Well, in such unhappy times, an ice cold glass of Kool-Aid may be just what New York Knick fans need.