And there it was.
All the years of waiting, and suffering; all the disappointments. All the decades of delusion, which is the armor of the sports fan, forever believing tomorrow might be better than yesterday, forever hoping — almost always, against hope — that this is the season, this is the team, this is the year, this is the time.
And then, suddenly, a few minutes before 7 o’clock on a feverish autumn night in New York City, there it was. It is blue, Knicks blue. It bears the logo. It freezes the season forever: “2025-26.” And it declares, one more time, once and forever, what this team, and this town, did together:
WORLD CHAMPIONS.
