June 14, 1994

Thirty-two years ago tonight. So much of June 1994 has come flooding back to me this week as the Knicks battled to the title. As I've previously written, this was the happiest I ever saw my dad: We were fans of the old-school New York sports teams—Yankees, Knicks, Football Giants, and Rangers. Dad had grown up in the city, and even though we lived way Upstate—easier to get to Montreal than Madison Square Garden—the rhythms of New York sports ran our lives. We listened to WFAN. Dad got the NY Post everyday at work. And we watched New York sports every night. As Dad would say, there are only two bad days a year: the day before and the day after the MLB All-Star game. Every other day, there’s a game on to watch. And watch we did. Yankees in the summer. Giants in the Fall. Knicks and Rangers through the winter and into the spring. If none of them were playing, we’d suffer and watch the Mets/Jets/Nets/Islanders, mostly to laugh at them. Dad had no tolerance for the “new” New York teams,…