That was the last time I felt any real dismay deep down until maybe when we got down big in game 4 vs. the Spurs. And because of that comeback vs. the Cavs, I never stopped believing that we could win that game, even when we went down by 29, even when Josh flubbed that layup, even when Fox made that steal, even when Brunson’s shot bounced off the rim before OG tipped it in.

Something I wanted to add: the out of body experience that was the first half of Game 6 against Atlanta.

Also, KAT getting 2 triple doubles against Atlanta when he had 4 in his career prior to that series.

One of my favorite sequences was in Game 4 vs Philly when Brunson did a nasty crossover then hit a reverse layup on Embiid immediately followed by the inbound pass being deflected then stolen by Bridges who immediately hit Brunson for a wide open corner 3pter which he swished.

I was trying to remember which game that was from. I loved that sequence.

Here it is, time stamped: https://youtu.be/Lu7d9SqIgQo?t=592

At the Mets game with my son today there were several moments when we individually got emotional, beyond the OG first pitch. My eyes welled up when I saw a kind of goofy jumbotron wedding proposal, first showing the unsuspecting gal in her traditional white pinstriped Mets jersey, and then her beau also in his traditional Mets pinstriped jersey, only his had #11 and Brunson’s name on the back.

Championships last forever.

I was in NYC that week for the Broadway League Spring Road Conference where I get to see a ton of Broadway shows, which is cool but also hard bc they happen when playoff games happen.

But game one I was seeing maybe happy ending which is shorter and has no intermission.

I met up with my buddy who I hadn’t seen in over ten years at a bar near the theater. Rushed out after the show and got there about halfway through the second quarter.

Then we watched an excruciating end if the half and third quarter.

Then between the third and fourth quarter we went outside and smoked a J. Came back and watched them make that glorious comeback in a packed NYC sports bar high as hell (which I never do anymore).

It was everything, especially getting to experience it with a lifelong friend in NYC at a sports bar.

The funniest thing was people left the bar but then as they started to come back new people showed up including a couple that had left the garden!

Motherfuck you, James Dolan.

Sorry, back to highlights.