Growing up on in Nesconset on Long Island, my father habitually told me the story of the Knicks’ winning the lottery pick that landed them the top pick in the 1985 NBA Draft.
My dad was driving to our house on Locksley Lane, likely in our Dodge Aries, the car that several times delivered us on vacation to Lakeland, Florida, where my Nana currently lives, with my grandfather, an Islandia resident, cruising out in front of him.
The radio, to which both were listening intently, broadcast the spellbinding news: commissioner David Stern held up the envelope that would usher in a new era at Madison Square Garden.