Oh yeah. Trump is already in his bag.
The optics are already insane.
Fresh off victory and securing a deal to bring peace to the Middle East, both Trump and the US MIL get to flex their muscle, while the world is watching.
Too perfect.
Sad to see dopey street thuggery ruin the experience for a lot of long suffering Knicks fans. I’m a proud Florida resident now for over a decade, and it’s my paradise. But my wife and I met and spent our childhoods and early years as New Yorkers. I was a cop in the NYPD’s 75 precinct and my wife worked in the shadow of the Twin Towers at 120 Broadway.
That all being said, here’s why the Knicks mean more to the working class folks in NY City than probably any other NY team. There’s an unspoken belief prior to last night that the team was jinxed. They had early successes in the seventies with Willis Reed and Clyde but despite years of big contracts and big plans the last 50-plus years have been cursed.
I used to go to the Garden with the guy who lived upstairs in the two-family we grew up in, in Queens. And in the mid-eighties, after Bernard King (Jordan before Jordan) got hurt, it was a dismal ghost town. You would buy a nose-bleed ticket and give the usher five bucks and sit in the front rows after halftime. But we went anyway and watched them get smoked. Bernard King came back after his injury but was a shell of his former incredible self. It’s one of the most tragic “what could’ve been” sports stories in basketball history.
And then lightning struck. The Knicks won the draft lottery and a generational talent named Patrick Ewing was on their draft board. It was a big man’s game back then and having an anchor like Ewing and a few solid supporting stars was a lock for a long awaited return to greatness. But that elusive championship was never to arrive. The Knicks had to deal with the tail end of Larry Bird’s Celtics, the tough as nails Pistons, and the absolute GOAT to-be, a guard out of North Carolina named Michael Jordan.
The Knicks had some great teams as they battled Jordan’s Bulls in the nineties and those Knicks teams meant a lot to working class New Yorkers because many of their stars were bootstrap guys never predicted to amount to much in the NBA. My favorite player at the time was John Starks, and absolutely no one predicted he would become a stud. Anthony Mason was another beast who came out of obscurity. We didn’t have Pippen, or Grant or Jordan, but those teams had heart.
Unfortunately for suffering Knicks fans, they could never get past Jordan’s Bulls to the NBA Finals. The losses were heartbreaking too and if you ask anyone who was a NY sports fan who lived in NY in the nineties, they’ll tell you where they were when they watched each of those games. And then lightning struck AGAIN, Michael Jordan left the Bulls to play baseball. This was their time. Finally.
But it wasn’t meant to be. Despite defeating the Jordan-less Bulls, and the hated Reggie Miller-led Pacers, they lost in the Finals to the Houston Rockets in a devastating series. New Yorkers now knew there was a hex on this team. They made it back with a weaker team in 1999 but injuries to Ewing and a dominant Spurs team destroyed the Knicks in that series.
Then the black cloud came again and over 25 years went by until they
finally returned. With a team not predicted to win it all, and despite the odds, they pulled off a sports miracle coming back from double digit deficits in every one of their wins. So, although I’m not a New Yorker anymore, I vividly remember my past there as a young fan of the Knicks and the Yankees. And hearing my nephew, a New Yorker, and a sports fanatic, ecstatic last night put a smile on my face.
One more thing. Not just the Knicks, but basketball is sports religion in NY City. Baseball can be expensive and logistically challenging in NY. You need permits to play on most fields. Football isn’t played anywhere close to the Friday Night Lights you see around the rest of the country. Basketball is king. A ball was 30 bucks when I grew up and I just took it to Central Park in Queens, and jumped in pick-up games. We all did. It was a NY thing. It’s what we did.
Just want to state the record that Donald Trump from queens & lifelong Knicks fan was President when the New York Knicks finally won a NBA Championship!
“You play it, you breathe it, you live it, you love it. Even those who never pick up a ball catch Knicks fever.”
TIME’s new cover: Why the first New York Knicks championship since 1973 means everything to New Yorkers. https://t.co/W14b0Zq5EO
Photo-illustration by Neil Jamieson for TIME
No, it’s not “Pride Month.” Not for me, and not for millions of others.
You’re welcome to be proud of whatever you want, in any month you like—because this is America. But what started in 1969 as a rebellion against persecution, morphed into a license for public depravity, and then morphed again into a weapon aimed at families and innocent children. Along the way it went from a day, to a week, and then a month and became official, and thereby effectively mandatory for all.
Enough!
If you’re gay and wondering why you are facing resistance now, the answer is that, with few exceptions, most of you didn’t stand up against the expansion and weaponization of “pride,” and the coercion that went with it. In that failure to resist, the gay community compromised any expectation that the rest of us should support “pride” at all, but especially the obscene display of hostility toward civilization and the families of which it is built, and for whom it exists.
If your hackles are raised by the idea that civilization is about families, realize that families are how civilizations persist through time. Not everyone needs to form one, but we all must respect and protect them—It is the foundation of what it means to be civilized.
For the small fraction of gays and lesbians who DID courageously stand up and resist expansion, coercion and the weaponization of “Pride,” I stand with you, and I have all along. But I won’t be celebrating, and I won’t be silent.
It’s not too late to join the voices of reason and to confront the insanity of what “pride” has become.