Friday, September 22
Ewing remains a part of Knick drama
 
By Ray Ratto
Special to ESPN.com

  Patrick Ewing, a Seattle Supersonic ... nope, nope, and might we add, nope.

Patrick Ewing, Matt Geiger
The departure of Patrick Ewing, left, leaves the Knicks vulnerable in the physical Eastern Conference.

Then again, it wasn't as though he wasn't as sick of being a Knick as his critics were of him being a Knick. It wasn't as though he hadn't had enough of New York and the demands incumbent upon its residents. It wasn't as though he didn't wear the lack of championships as a cloak of sadness, making him all the less likable in a hard town like La Apple.

That having been said, though, Patrick Ewing isn't really a Seattle Supersonic, no matter what his uniform says, no matter what the check stubs read. Having played more than a decade in one place for one team, and having been the central figure in that place and for that team, makes Patrick Ewing a Knick forever.

And as such, a quasi-tragic figure.

Ewing went to New York in 1985 as a savior, nothing less. He said a million times he should not be viewed that way, but he lied, and he knew he was lying, and he knew that we knew he was lying. He knew the expectations, and came to understand them as Bill Russell did, and Wilt Chamberlain did, and Shaquille O'Neal does now. You can't be a army general and claim you're a Quaker.

So Ewing came to understand the load dropped upon him. He was given his rope in the first four seasons, when the Knicks went from 23 to 24 to 38 to 52 years, and went from missing the playoffs to reaching the first round and then the conference semifinals.

But he had to wait his turn through the Isiah Thomas Piston and Michael Jordan Bull eras, and his best chance to win his city's heart -- 1994 -- was the year Hakeem Olajuwon outplayed him and the Houston Rockets outplayed his teammates.

Indeed, by the time the Knicks reached their only other NBA Finals, two years ago against San Antonio, he had become almost an ancillary figure. He was like Bill Clinton, in that he had long ago lost the power to change people's minds about him. Anyone who had an opinion on Patrick Ewing had already voted long ago.

Indeed, by the time the Knicks reached their only other NBA Finals, two years ago against San Antonio, he had become almost an ancillary figure. He was like Bill Clinton, in that he had long ago lost the power to change people's minds about him. Anyone who had an opinion on Patrick Ewing had already voted long ago.

Thus, you hear remarkably little of the "Patrick, We Hardly Knew Ye" blather you find in softer, less ruthlessly cosmopolitan towns. His job was to be Willis Reed for the next generation, and he wasn't. He paid for that failing, and for a hundred others either less important or utterly fabricated.

Ewing, knew only his reality of Patrick Ewing, and took a long time to understand the concept of Patrick Ewing as espoused by everyone else. Once he did, though, whatever outward joy could be pried from his game essentially disappeared. Having failed to shower the people of New York with reflected glory, he was turned by his detractors into some kind of modern-day Walt Bellamy, which was wrong, and by his defenders into a quintessential victim of New York, which was equally incorrect.

Given those two choices, plus the added dynamic of having the team he regarded as his being eased from his hands and given to Latrell Sprewell and Allen Houston, he was transformed into a joyless, war-weary soldier who had seen and known too much he could not adequately describe.

He gimped in and out of the nation's mega-arenas with bad knees, bad feet, a bad back and all the other wear and tear of too many years on hardwood floors. He was the used-to-be-go-to guy. He was the former prime minister, voted out by his constituents but still a part of the government for his years of faithful service.

And he looked every bit of his 38 years, even as he was being announced as the latest Seattle Supersonic, the logical inheritor not of Willis Reed's mantle, but of Jack Sikma's. The image was too jarring, too conflicted with the Patrick Ewing each of us had constructed for ourselves.

Maybe he'll find the happiness eroded from his game in New York; maybe he was meant to be a Sonic all along, and we just didn't know it. Some conspiracy freaks still think he was meant to be a Golden State Warrior and just ended up in New York because of David Stern's educated lottery fingers.

Fact is, though, Patrick Ewing will always be a New York Knick, if only because nobody has the imagination required to think of him any other way. For good, and ill alike.

Ray Ratto, a columnist for the San Francisco Examiner, is a regular contributor to ESPN.com.
 


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