Linsanity

Do you know who these people are?

Well, the one on the right is Raymond Felton, the starting point guard of the New York Knicks.  The guy the Knicks ended up with when they didn't want to give Jeremy Lin the money. The one on the left is Felton's estranged wife.  Who, at about midnight last night (or the night before), wandered into the 20th Precinct on the Upper West Side, slammed a particularly lethal Belgian-made semi-automatic pistol -- a FN Herstal Five-SeveN, more specifically -- on the counter and told the desk officer that her husband had threatened her with it.  According to the NY Post (apply grains of salt to taste), when she handed it to the cop it had a 20 rounds in the clip and one in the chamber.

Felton turned himself in about 45 minutes later to face a slew of gun charges.

What the fuck, Raymond?  Which, I might note parenthetically, is a phrase I've heard many times in my life.  Certainly one must have priorities, and the health and safety of a woman takes priority over whatever impact Felton's absence from the Knicks for the next year or so will have on their win/loss record.  But really?

And the timing!  Only a couple of days after the trade deadline passes? Only a couple of days after they buy out Beno Udrih?  Could all this be any more annoying?  Thank God I switched to Dish Television a month or so ago without realizing that they carry neither the Knicks nor the Mets (nor the Yankees).

For those of you not in the know, NYC has a zero-tolerance position on unlicensed hand guns.  so, barring some miracle, my boy Raymond is headed for the slammer.  Searching for a useful precedent?  Knuckle-head New York Giant Plaxico Burress got 21 months for about the same load of crap.

I might have to start rooting for Brooklyn.