Weighing in on the trade ... and saying good-bye
First thing’s first: I like the trade. I’ll miss Jamal, but anything that makes the Knicks more athletic and better defensively, without adding more than two years of money, I’m all for that.
Now, for the less important news. I’m saying good-bye to Newsday today after eight great years. And sadly, like Stephon Marbury, I will not be getting a buyout from James Dolan. (Everybody now … ah-one, ah-two, ah-three … The Knicks are owned by Cablevision, which also owns Newsday.)
This is all for yucks, of course. This has been a great run for me, by far the most rewarding years of my life and career. During six years on the Jets beat, I made some lifelong friends. I can’t even describe how good those times were. All I can say to my colleagues who are covering that team in the new digs at Florham Park is this: Roll up a paper ball in my honor and pelt Cimini with it. :)
Being your NBA columnist has been an honor, too – as has working with King Fixer, who will be expanding his horizons to write about league stuff in addition to the Knicks from time to time.
For those who want to check in with me, I’ll be going to CBSSports.com to be their NBA columnist. It’s a new chapter, a new adventure, and a new opportunity in my career. I’ll miss all my colleagues and the readers – even those who didn’t much care for my opinions – but sometimes in life it’s time to try something new.

In addition to the unbeatable assignments and great times professionally, my personal life has changed immeasurably since I arrived at Newsday in April 2000. My wife and I have been blessed with two unbelievable boys – neither of whom, sadly, stands much of a chance of playing in the NBA. (Note: Alan Hahn is at least a foot taller than both of those boys’ parents.)
I lost my dad on Thanksgiving Day, 2005 – Nov. 24 – and wrote about that in my farewell blog when I left the Jets beat two years ago. The lives of sports writers are inexorably linked to their jobs. I’ll never forget huddling in a Courtyard Marriott in Massachusetts with my brother and working on the story of Herman Edwards’ departure – and the Jets’ search for a new coach – in the middle of settling my dad’s affairs. Time marches on. Coincidentally, I will be starting the new chapter in my life on Monday, which will be Nov. 24. I trust they have Internet up there …
Those of you who’ve been reading closely know that my time of late has been occupied with blistering Stephon Marbury and asserting that Mike D’Antoni is right to sit him down and move forward without him. Maybe someday down the road, Steph and I will cross paths and laugh about all of this.
It was interesting, because my last assignment for Newsday – the Cavs-Nets game Tuesday night – was highlighted by one such moment.
In the early days of Laveranues Coles’ career with the Jets, he wasn’t nearly as personable and endearing as he is now. At one point during our working relationship, he’d asked me to get out of his way in the locker room, referring to me as “Little Media Man.” This resulted in years of punch lines in the media workroom at Weeb Ewbank Hall, which was one of the funniest and best places to work in journalism.
There was a day when Edwards decided to solve the locker-room access problem by giving the beat writers a second chance to interview players after practice each day. On the first day of this new policy, I approached Coles at his locker. He started berating me, telling me, “Ain’t no media allowed in here,” etc. I told him that Herm had, in fact, changed the policy to allow us in the locker room after practice.
LC didn’t like this, and told me I should go get a real job, such as working at Jillian’s. I informed him that this – aggravating professional athletes – was my job.
“That ain’t no job, writin’ paragraphs,” LC sniffed.
On Tuesday, I was walking across the IZOD Center court at halftime, trying to get within earshot of Jay-Z to ask him about his friend, LeBron James. As I walked past the scorer’s table, who do I see sitting there in a courtside seat all by himself? Laveranues Coles!
I approached him, and we shook hands and reminisced like old friends. I didn’t remind him of our past verbal sparring. I didn’t tell him how cool it was that I would bump into him during my last assignment for Newsday, given that the very first story I wrote as a Newsday employee was about Laveranues Coles.
So with that, Little Media Man, a.k.a. K-Berg, a.k.a. your privileged NBA columnist and blog host, would like to say good-bye and thanks for the memories. See you in the funny papers.
