Every hotel has one. It's for when you leave something in your room, like a cell phone charger or incriminating evidence of the night before (what happens in Sacramento, stays in Sacramento).
Here is a list of things I have for the Lost & Found.
LOST: One road trip, consisting of four games, two of which were close defeats and two consisting of embarrassing blowouts. None are recoverable.
LOST: Optimism from a 2-1 start. Maybe be located after a few more wins, but that may be difficult to locate with games against Golden State, Detroit, Chicago, Utah and Boston on the horizon.
FOUND: Disdain for a decision to give a player 34 minutes the day after he selfishly abandons his team and creates an unnecessary media circus around his team.
LOST: Some respect for a coach who went against his team’s decision not to play that player.
FOUND: A couple of polished post moves, owned by David Lee. Also found was his double-figure rebounding ability, which comes when he gets minutes.
LOST: One beloved grandmother. Rest in peace, Lettie Randolph.
LOST: Me, at U.S. Airways Center, to the point I took an elevator that opened in the middle of the Suns practice gym as they were going over their sets. Oops. ‘Scuse me, Coach D.
LOST: One usually accurate shooting touch. If found, please return to Quentin Richardson. Touch your forehead with your fists.
LOST: A good night’s sleep for most of the road trip. This item expects to be recovered on Sunday afternoon on an oversized couch.
FOUND: A reason to crack a smile in the midst of turmoil. A woman who worked at the Pepsi Center brought an autograph book for some players to sign. When she approached Mardy Collins, she swooned, “You have beautiful eyes.” His jump shot could use a little makeup, however.
FOUND: A reason to wonder when or if Eddy Curry will ever have it in him to consistently play with the intensity that was the trademark of great Knick centers such as Patrick Ewing and Willis Reed.
LOST: One apparently exaggerated scouting report by Isiah Thomas, who suggested Fred Jones would improve the team’s perimeter defense.
LOST: One rookie named Demetris Nichols.
FOUND: United Economy Plus has way more leg room than standard coach seats, but you have to pay an extra $44 for them.
FOUND: A reason to sue United for height discrimination. It is physically impossible for a 6’6” man to sit comfortably in a coach seat.
LOST: Not a season. Not yet. “A lot of teams aren’t where they need to be right now in the Eastern Conference,” Zach Randolph said, “so we still got a chance.”
FOUND: They’re already playing Christmas music on the radio in Denver.
FOUND: Kevin Martin is a hell of a basketball player for a really skinny dude who looks like he’s 16 years old. Great off the cut, terrific range and touch.
FOUND: I can never get used to walking out of Staples Center in LA at 11 p.m. and realizing it is 2 a.m. back home.
LOST: The time over the past week to keep this blog lively and entertaining while also keeping up with the comments.
FOUND: The continued confidence that I can toss the keys to the Fixers, who keep the place buzzing.
LOST: One very disturbed, frustrated person who regularly posted abusive and antagonistic comments on this blog that almost never brought something productive to the site. Carry on my wayward son.
FOUND: A home for Grant Hill, who looks in great shape in Phoenix.
FOUND: A reason for Thomas to start giving Wilson Chandler more of a look.
FOUND: It interesting that George Karl pulled his starters out of that blowout win over the Knicks early in the fourth, but never called off the three-point bomb squad.
LOST: My desire for In & Out Burger, the California delight, after ill-advisedly scoffing down a Double-Double after the game in Sacramento. It feels as if the grease is still oozing from my pores. Never again. You are banned from my body like just like Steak & Shake.
FOUND: The Knicks aren’t any better playing a 2-3 zone.
FOUND: Even Ron Artest has lost his interest in being a Knick.
FOUND: One hug from my kids, which I’d been waiting for since last Monday.
FOUND: That, to me, my wife is more emotionally, intellectually and physically appealing than Jessica Simpson. Sorry babe.
FOUND: That Peter Botte needs to realize that his adorably snarky daughter Hayley is long overdue for a spanking.