The Galactic Triumph of the New York Knicks

It all started with an unexpected late-night phone call delivering some much-needed good news. I was coming back from visiting my dad, who was fresh off a debilitating car accident that cost him five broken bones and a sternum in the process. Luckily, despite the laborious rehab, he was quickly en route to a full recovery, but I was still desperate for a pick-me-up, and that’s just what came. The phone call was from my godbrother, the kind of Knicks fan whose mood is dictated almost exclusively by the team’s result. Godbrother sounds like an homage to The Sopranos, but he’s the son of my godparents, and we grew up together on account of the close bond between our parents.