I’d lived in New York for all of 15 days when the Knicks won the NBA championship.
Before the final round started, I’d been paying attention in a vague sort of way to my hometown team, the Cleveland Cavaliers. I knew that the Knicks had steamrolled them in an embarrassing 4-0 sweep of the Eastern Conference championship. My loyalty transferred to the Knicks; the better team won, and it seemed fitting to root for my future home.
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