Yesterday my grandparents flew into town for a long-term and quite possibly final visit. I spent most of yesterday thinking last night’s Knicks game was in Denver, so when dinner was over and they were telling stories about life in the early 20th century in Puerto Rico, I kept listening, relaxed, content we’d be home before Mountain Time tip-off. I was wrong about the game time. But I was right to miss it.
The Knicks lost 129-92. For the first time in the history of a franchise that’s spent this century fading like that distant cousin who was never the same after the horse kicked in his skull, New York lost their second straight by 30+ points.