…I’ve seen the future of sportsbloggery, and his name is Josh Alper.

I know you’re a fan of JD & The Straight Shot, as well as their deft reimaginings of Springsteen so thought you might like this little ditty I came up with for the fearless leader of the Knicks based on the body parts washing up on his private beach.

I saw him standing on the sidelines, twirling his clipboard

Me and him went for a ride, sir, and one innocent person died

From the town of Cove Neck, Long Island with a sawed off leg on my lap

Through to the badlands of Manhattan I killed everybit of hope in my path

I can’t say I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

At least for a little while I had myself some time in the sun

The fans brought in a guilty verdict and the media sentenced me to death

Midnight in a courtside seat with thunderstix across my chest

Isiah, when the man pulls that switch and snaps my fat neck back

You make sure Nate Robinson is sittin right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to own, said into the CBA my soul be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well, sir, I guess there’s just a meanness in this world

Wow. Beat that, Craig Finn!