To better understand and appreciate Jeremy Lin’s profound, out-of-nowhere contribution to the New York Knickerbockers, it helps if you’ve seen all or some of the team’s 51 games before the Lin-Sanity started.

Those 51 games cover the period after Knicks owner Jim Dolan forced the Feb. 22, 2011 trade for Carmelo Anthony against the wishes of his own GM and head coach.

Combining parts of two seasons, the Knicks compiled a record of 22-29 after Melo’s arrival and before Lin’s breakthrough game against Jersey a week ago. What Melo brought to New York about a year ago was exactly what Denver coach George Karl was anxious to get rid of. We’re talking about a max-contract starter who expects to get the ball on offense without working for it so he can hoist up low-percentage shots and then exert very little effort on the defensive end.

It’s no accident the Nuggets are 34-19 since Anthony was moved out of Denver .

So, cue up the difficult-to-believe Jeremy Lin story. It’s only five games now, but for the purpose of linking NBA success to team-oriented, true hustle basketball, the sample size is plenty big.

Knick coach Mike D’Antoni was believed to be on the brink of getting fired. The Knicks had lost 11 of 13. Lin had not left the bench in seven of those games and had seen nothing more than mop-up duty since signing here on the Tuesday after Christmas.

Lin was taking up space on the roster. It’s only because of another delay in the return of the injured Baron Davis that Lin was even around.

Go back to a week ago Saturday night. The lousy Nets were at the Garden after getting trounced the night before. New Jersey jumped out to a ten-point lead. Knick fans groaned at the dysfunctional lack of flow from their star-studded team. They only joy the crowd could muster was when they heckled and taunted Kris Humphries for his short-lived marriage to you-know-who.

Desperate to find a spark, D’Antoni opened the second quarter of that game with Lin at the point. A minute after he checked in, Lin drove inside and canned a short jumper. Then he made a steal and a layup. A couple minutes later, Lin delivered a beautiful pass to Jared Jeffries for an easy bucket. Lin crashed the boards and torpedoed up the middle for drives to the hoop. His effort and energy brought the team to life and gave D’Antoni and the team a badly-needed win.

Lin got the start two nights later and did more of the same. You know the story by now. It’s leading Sportscenter and it’s all over the back pages.

Lin is unafraid of contact. He takes charges. He fully rotates his body in mid-air after losing the dribble to gain advantage vs. the defender. He looks one way and passes another.

For the first time since Melo tainted the team with his aura of ball possession entitlement, other guys on the Knicks are cutting to the basket with regularity because they know Lin will get it to them. Lin’s strong ability to deliver the ball to open teammates is a fresh and powerful incentive to move. With Lin at the point, guys like Jeffries, Landry Fields, Steve Novak and Tyson Chandler are being rewarded for making a cut or setting a pick. They’re getting the ball in good spots. They’re scoring. They’re getting involved. They’re winning.  They haven’t lost since Lin was scraped off the bench!

The opportunity to play this brand of basketball has come in part because Melo’s bad groin forced him to sit out all but two quarters of this Lin-Sanity. When Anthony returns sometime this week, it’ll likely cause a conflict. Lin’s success as both a scorer and playmaker on the offensive end is contingent on motion and even-handed distribution to the four teammates he shares the floor with. A plodding, me-first, shoot-first guy threatens to throw a wrench in the beautiful team game Lin has brought to the surface.

Time will tell whether Lin can maintain this level of performance over the balance of a schedule that’s extra grueling because of the lockout-induced compression of dates. The bigger mystery to me at this point is how these dazzling skills went unseen by D’Antoni in practice and the two NBA teams that cut Lin?

Or is this a case of Carmelo’s absence finally creating the necessary blank canvas for an artist-in-waiting?

Either way, the brushes Lin has taken out of his art supply box seem to have taken everybody by surprise.  It’s very exciting.

Unfortunately, a lot of New Yorkers have been unable to enjoy Lin’s sudden turn in the spotlight. On January 1st, the Knick-owned TV channel that shows most of the games pulled its signal from the cable system that covers large parts of Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

The games I can’t see, I listen to on radio.  From my perspective, Lin’s been just as good on the AM dial as he is on TV.

The two brothers from Nashville who comprise the great band JEFF the Brotherhood stopped in Brooklyn Wednesday night for a sold out show at the small, anything-goes venue Death By Audio.

Jake (pictured above right) and Jamin Orrall (above left) are known collectively by their fans as “JEFF.”  They’re currently on the tail-end of a tour as openers for another two piece – The Kills.

With a few off days from the Kills itinerary, JEFF booked shows in the New York-area for Wednesday and Thursday nights.  They had done 18 performances in 18 cities the past 19 days coming into this gig.  The previous night was a show in Toronto which meant JEFF had a 6:30 AM wake up call for Wednesday’s 500-mile drive in a short bus.

The Orrall brothers have recorded songs under the JEFF name since 2001.  It’s only been in the last year or two that their tireless live show efforts have started to pay off.

JEFF followers are multiplying in big numbers since last year’s release of the full-length “We Are The Champions.”  If you didn’t know the back story, that record would lead you to believe there is more than two guys in the band.  Like the White Stripes, there’s a depth of sound to JEFF’s music that defies the minimal manpower that makes it.  There are just three strings on Jake’s guitar and Jamin’s drum kit is pretty basic.  The effects and sound equipment used by Jake appears to be of a premium quality.  Both Jake and Jamin are skilled musicians and both appeared to be having great fun Wednesday night.  The two brothers smiled at each other repeatedly.  Their father is Robert Ellis Orrall, a prominent Nashville songwriter who has helped produce JEFF records.  The three together own and have built the independent Infinity Cat record label.

Early in Wednesday’s 85-minute set, Jamin broke a snare drum.  A brief delay ensued before a member of the Brooklyn band Hunters brought up a loaner.  The crowd was stuffed in tightly.  The mosh was near non-stop.  The crowd went wild when JEFF played “Cool Out.”   Bodies surfed.  Jake went for an in-song ride late in the set and played guitar all the way.

JEFF labelmate Uncle Bad Touch was supposed to open this show but Jake said Touch “got stopped at the Canadian border” and was unable to continue.  Perhaps it was the band’s ill-conceived name that raised a red flag.

I’d been planning on going to this show for a couple weeks.  I got a ticket for $12 when they went on sale.  A few nights ago, I was reading the new issue of Magnet magazine.  In a column devoted to spotlighting negative trends in music, the Memphis-based writer Andrew Earles took a pot-shot at JEFF.

Fair enough.  That’s what the guy does.  But all the Orrall brothers are doing is experiencing a bit of a breakthrough after logging hundreds of small shows across a wide swath.  These are two witty young men making a unique brand of loud, sing-along-type rock and roll that is beginning to reach a broader audience.

The duo’s next record will have major label support.  Published interviews with Jake leave open the prospect of adding members to the band.  I’m rooting for them.  The fun everybody was having in the audience clinches my seal of approval for JEFF the Brotherhood.  It was a seriously fun show.  People were walking out happy as can be.

This was my first visit to Death By Audio.  PBR cans were $3.  It was a bit of a chore to reach the one and only bar in the rear of the single level space.  A bottleneck forms at the narrow passageway connecting the main space to the back room where anything goes.  I’d estimate the crowd at about 200.

Before the show, I stopped in Trash Bar on Grand for the $5 beer and a shot special.  It was right on the way.

I rode a late-night (1:37 AM) B62 bus up to Queens Plaza and caught a connecting 7 train home to end the evening.