We used to be the joke of the city, even the joke of the league
And a long time passed before I bought a new jersey.
Brooklyn even imported a team from New Jersey
while Knicks fans held on for a team that was worthy
Of our unwavering faith, love, a city united,
But it was mostly heartbreak after getting excited.
8.5 million watching year after year, we were used to not getting there, but eventually some of the malaise subsided,
A spark hit Midtown this decade – the 2020s have seen a resurgence,
A bunch of misfit players found chemistry and built on it until it was unstoppable, perfect!
The Knicks looked like giants in the playoffs – even against Wemby – stomping out the competition, rendering the analytics worthless.
The city took notice, and 10 weeks later I cried
more than once after the last 2 games of the Finals,
I went to my first Knicks game at 8 years old at MSG –
Nothing short of a childhood dream, realized.
When OG tipped it in I could have made glass shatter the way I yelled,
I fell to my knees in my living room, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing –
My loveable losing team, transforming into champions,
The comeback kings, with legendary stories to tell.
53 years and 8 days of Jose Alvarado living his best life later,
The team brought New York City together in a way only they can do,
I’m finally gonna buy a couple of new Knicks jerseys
as orange and blue skies reign over the 5 boroughs this June.
My mayor is Muslim
Being defeated is the not same as being behind
It doesn’t fucking matter if you’re down by 29
Thanks for making history – Knicks in 5. – RSM
Visions Vol. 4 – Heat vs. Knicks
Patrick Ewing was dressed and in character as The Undertaker at Madison Square Garden’s center court logo, standing at almost 8 feet tall with the boots and the hat.
The EwingTaker gazed with entirely black eyes toward MSG’s rafters, reminiscing on the days of his youth, finding an odd sense of comfort within a familiar site: the lack of Knick’s NBA championship banners after 1973.
An unsettling breeze filled the air. The whole arena was nearly pitch black, save for the emergency exits.
A distant murmur captures The EwingTaker’s ear. The ominous whispers slowly grew louder into an unsettling garble of incoherent speech, peppered with shrieks of pain. The arena’s dark, empty seat sections began to ripple with unexplained movement.
Hundreds of undead, bloodthirsty, retired Miami Heat players began slowly emerging from the empty stands. Surrounded and outnumbered, The EwingTaker pulled two desert eagles out of his long leather coat, aiming one at the slowly approaching undead Tim Hardaway and the other at undead Alonzo Mourning. The other Heat zombies began making way for undead Dwayne Wade and undead Shaq as they hobbled toward the EwingTaker.
A young, unfamiliar voice rang out from above. “It’s our turn now, pops.”
A hail of bullets rained down from the upper seats onto the undead retired Miami Heat zombies.
The EwingTaker blankly stared in muted surprise – it was Julius Randle, unloading into the Miami zombies with an orange and black assault rifle.
The 2023 Knicks emerged around Randle, armed to the teeth and with a cyberpunk swag that had them all looking like they came straight out of a scene from The Matrix (1999). The zombies were decimated.
A maniacal, evil laugh echoed throughout Madison Square Garden.
Deep, bellowing barking and hissing sounds began to ring out through the dark arena. A pack of about a dozen snarling, gargantuan werewolves entered the upper seat sections parallel to the Matrix Knicks. The animals were as tall as the EwingTaker on their hind legs, each having a tattered, personalized 2023 Miami Heat jersey.
The Heatwolves all howled at once before charging directly at the Matrix Knicks. A nasty battle erupted.
Pat Riley appeared on the jumbotron, but he was also Emperor Palpatine at the same time.
“I suppose we’re ready for round three. What do you predict, old friend?” Emperor Rileytine taunted.
” . . . Knicks . . . in six,” The EwingTaker calmly retorted while headshotting zombies with effortless accuracy.
Emperor Rileytine laughed so hard that he started violently coughing and spat out his cigarette. He lit another one while catching his breath and wiping the ash off of his $100,000 suit.
The battle rages on.
– RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 