In the jubilant haze of this steamy June morning, it is only natural to focus on the positive—the fact that the New York Knicks are one win away from ending a 53-year NBA title drought, or that OG Anunoby, our awkwardest and sweetest soldier, will never pay for a meal in this town again.
But to fully appreciate the scope and breadth of the Knicks' historic 29-point comeback against the Spurs on Wednesday night, New Yorkers must not forget the astoundingly putrid miasma that awaited the team before they even took the floor for Game 4, thanks to their jackass billionaire owner and his coterie of vulgar vampiric quarter-zips, who nearly doomed everything.