Off the Dribble: At the Garden, a Long-Awaited Father and Son Reunion

So I actually witnessed last Wednesday’s execrable effort v. the Canadians in person with my father in tow. It was a blight of a ballgame but reminded me oh-so-clearly how things have changed.

As you may know, the Knicks played atrociously. By the start of the third quarter, when the Knicks were clinging to a small lead, we both started to prepare ourselves for a loss. A dreary mid-season affairs such as this one, filled with missed opportunities that allow a lesser opponent to hang around, tend to end badly. Like a play we’ve seen countless times before, we were both pretty sure that Hamlet wasn’t getting out of this one alive.

Dad and I also couldn’t help but be struck by the bells and whistles: T-shirt cannons, prizes and blaring music that erupted during every stoppage of play. It’s a different era and a different time. Then again, even though the renovated Garden is much prettier than the one of my childhood, I actually miss the grim fluorescent lighting and the grimy walls. That Garden, tattered yet lovable, seemed like the proper setting for rogue-ish regulars and would-be outlaws like myself.

The full article can be found here, unless on Thursday you trotted down to your local Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-type memory eraser shoppe and would just as well not recall the worst game of the season, thank you very much.

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One thought to “Off the Dribble: At the Garden, a Long-Awaited Father and Son Reunion”

  1. Bob, I loved this. I posted a comment at NYT but I’ll repeat it here:

    Fantastic, but Mr. Silverman, you still don’t really know how to process defeat! I’m horrible at it too. One could say it’s well nigh impossible to just shake it off, for a true fan of any team. But your post game rants help to not feel like the insane person my wife and kids see me as. My dad, taught me to be a fan but always puts on his disinterested, “don’t take it so seriously” pose in the aftermath of defeat. Your dad seems more honest if outwardly more crazy. I can’t tell whether I want you to tell him to realize he has nothing to do with it or KEEP HIM AWAY FROM LIVE ACTION AT ALL COSTS!

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