In dire times like these, a column by Phil Mushnick is likely the necessary pick-me-up that's been missing from your everyday life. Cherish the ride:
By late spring, you'll likely hear and read that a couple of NBA and NHL teams are close to suspending operations, unable to make rent and payroll, that corporations that bought arena naming rights and businesses that bought big-ticket advertising are behind in payments. There will be more layoffs than layups, more undertakers and no underwriters.
There will be no new vanity-purchase buyers, no consortiums with which to consort. Even the new reliable among team investors and sponsors - casino owners and operators - are bleeding millions.
It was right there on TV, Wednesday, just behind and all around the Knick game. Beginning of the end or the end of the beginning, there's lots more less to come.
This reads like depressing text that might follow the end of an emotionally harrowing documentary, possibly with a Richard Dreyfuss voiceover for good measure: "By late fall, the factory was shut down and John would be facing criminal charges for armed robbery just one week after losing custody of his three children. His accomplice..."
Talk about turning that frown upside down. Thanks Phil!