No one likes a cynic. But I watch the phenomenon that is Jeremy Lin -- Harvard grad, Knicks benchwarmer, sudden star -- and, because I know the business I'm in, I await the inevitable with a sort of pre-programmed cringe.
Which is to say: Sooner or later the guy's not gonna score 20 points and dish out eight or nine dimes and be, well, wonderful, and the Knicks are going to lose. And the media that has gone typically out of its mind over the guy -- Lin-sanity is as exact a description of it as you can get -- will be falling over itself to facilitate his fall.
After all, we never met a heartwarming story we couldn't deconstruct just so we can say, "See, I told you this was too good to be true." And so some night Lin's going to be awful and Mike D'Antoni will bench him and every NBA analyst and know-it-all in America will be leaping to their microphones to tell us that they knew all along the kid wasn't really that good, that there was a reason he was holding down pine, that he had a nice run but we could all go back to doing what we were doing before, which was dissecting Tim Tebow and talking about how overrated he was.
I mean, I hope I'm wrong. I hope Lin really is a sensation with staying power. But if he's not, watch how quickly everyone abandons ship on him.