The harsh truths about professional basketball at this time in this city are stark. Sometimes, it’s hard not to divert your eyes from the spontaneous slapstick on either side of the East River, clowns to the left of it, jokers to the right, a continual assault on the eyes.
But to the ears, the City Game remains just perfect.
Because at this time, in this city, we are treated three and four times a week to the two best basketball voices in the world — Mike Breen and Ian Eagle, two sons of the metropolis who dreamed impossible dreams when they were young and grew to realize every last one of them.