The Inner Workings of a Creator

The unreliable Saint Cayetano totally spit the bit last night. I've managed, though, to find some cold comfort in the possibility of Stephen Curry running the Garden floor in a Knicks jersey. These incredible FreeDarko animations of Dwight Howard and Derrick Rose, which they put together with adidas and, reportedly, Jurassic 5's Chali 2na, are also doing their part to keep my spirits high. 





If you haven't already purchased FreeDarko's Macrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac, well, you're about as useful to me as Cayetano imbroglione. Or the Los Angeles Clippers. 

Ping-Pong Prayers

Later tonight, before the Lakers and Nuggets tipoff in the first game of the Western Conference Championship, the National Basketball Association will hold its annual draft lottery. The Knicks have a less-than-inspiring 2.8 percent chance of winning the first pick, which they will use to select, most likely, either Blake Griffin or Ricky Rubio. "We have a chance, it's not a great chance but we'll see," Knicks president Donnie Walsh told the Daily News yesterday. 

This is where Saint Cayetano, the patron saint of gamblers, comes in. Cayetano is regarded as the intercessor of sporting men because, according to Catholic lore, people would bet him a rosary or votive candle that he wouldn't do something good for them. Cayetano usually delivered, even going so far as to give his vast family fortune to the needy, and, later, dedicate his life to the care of the sick. Good man, that Cayetano, although it's a bit unclear if he's responsible for any specific miracles, let alone the requisite three necessary for veneration. It seems, at least to this lapsed Catholic, that Cayetano's account is in arrears. He owes somebody a miracle, which is why I'll be praying to him--and the secular Saint Debusschere-- throughout the course of the day.