The Bulls Hand the Knicks a Reality Check — And Cashed It Right on Their Backsides

 

Let me tell you something right now… I’m disgusted. I’m utterly disgusted. The New York Knicks went into Chicago tonight, and instead of showing the heart, the grit, the swagger that this city demands — they let the Bulls hang 135 points on them. One hundred. Thirty. Five. That’s not basketball, that’s a layup line at a high school gym.

Now I want to make something perfectly clear — Josh Giddey, young man, take a bow. Career-high 32 points, 10 rebounds, 9 assists — one assist away from a triple-double. The man was surgical. Controlled the tempo, attacked the rim, hit the jumper, moved the rock — the whole damn package. And Nikola Vučević? Oh, he ate. 26 points, 7 boards, four three-pointers, and every single one of them felt like a dagger to the Knicks’ spirit. Every time they got close, there was Vučević stretching the floor, embarrassing Karl-Anthony Towns like it was open gym at the YMCA.

Karl-Anthony Towns: The Defensive Black Hole

Listen — I don’t care how talented Towns is offensively. I don’t care how many highlights he gives you from three-point range. If you are the starting center for the New York Knicks, you have one job before all others: protect the damn paint. Instead, every possession looked like Vučević was taking him on a field trip — footwork clinic, up-fakes, baby hooks, fadeaways — you name it. The man got cooked. Mike Brown can mix up rotations all he wants, but no rotation is saving this defense if Towns is out there pretending to contest shots.

The Knicks’ Missing Ingredients

You can’t teach speed. You can’t coach length. And the Knicks, bless their hearts, don’t have enough of either. These are not things you fix in practice. You can draw all the X’s and O’s you want, but when your wings are slow and your bigs can’t close out, you’re gonna get run off the floor — just like tonight.

The Josh Hart Mystery

And then there’s Josh Hart. What happened? This man used to be the soul of the defense — scrappy, tough, fearless. Now? He looks tired. He looks like a guy whose body is whispering, “we can’t do this anymore.” His offense was never his strength, but now even his defensive motor looks shot. Injuries? Age? Probably both. But the Knicks need his energy, and right now, it’s gone missing in action.

The Brunson Bright Spot

Jalen Brunson, though — God bless him — gave you 29 points, 7 assists, and fought to the end. He’s the one guy out there who refuses to fold. You can see it in his eyes. But he’s doing this alone. He’s the adult in a room full of confused faces.

The Bottom Line

This wasn’t just a loss. This was a message. The Bulls didn’t just beat the Knicks — they exposed them. Exposed the softness in the middle. Exposed the lack of athleticism. Exposed the fragility of a roster that thinks effort alone can make up for flaws in design.

New York, you better wake up — because the league just got the memo: this version of the Knicks? They can be had. And tonight, the Bulls didn’t just show them that reality check… they cashed it on their asses.

Knicks lose again, Knicks 125 - Bulls 135 

Knicks Lose Again: The Hype Meets the Hardwood

The parade talk out of Madison Square Garden might need to hit the brakes for a night—or maybe a few weeks. Because if last night in Milwaukee was any kind of measuring stick, the Knicks still have a long way to go before they’re ready to run with the big boys.

Giannis Antetokounmpo didn’t just beat the Knicks. He swallowed them whole. The Greek Freak dropped 37 points and 8 rebounds and made Karl-Anthony Towns look like he wandered into the wrong gym. Towns finished with 8 points and a thousand-yard stare. If he’s not healthy, the Knicks need to sit him down. If he is healthy, that’s somehow worse.

Jalen Brunson did what he does—he scored. Thirty-six points, tough ones too. But you start to wonder, when your point guard is your offense and your offense is your point guard, how far can you really go? The Knicks can’t seem to decide if they want Brunson to be a setup man or a one-man band. Right now, it’s the latter, and the tune is getting familiar.

It wasn’t all bad, at least early. The Knicks led by 12 at halftime, 71 points on the board, the ball zipping, shots falling. Then came the second half, and Giannis went hunting. Every trip down the floor was a reminder that energy and size and will still matter in this league. And the Knicks? They looked gassed. Maybe Mike Brown’s high-octane system burns hot, but by the fourth quarter, it looked like it burned out.

Josh Hart’s minutes didn’t help. His hustle has always been his calling card, but last night the offense froze every time he checked in. It’s one thing to play hard. It’s another to play heavy.

So now they’re 2-2, which sounds fine in October but feels thin when you remember how loudly folks have been whispering “championship” around the Garden. If Towns can’t give you anything, if the bench keeps grinding gears instead of greasing them, the Knicks don’t have a chance in hell of being the team they want to be.

Giannis made that clear in Milwaukee. He reminded the Knicks—and maybe the rest of us—that hype doesn’t win games. Players do. And last night, the best ones weren’t wearing orange and blue.

Knicks lose again, Knicks 111 - 121 Bucks.