HELLO! I’m sure you’re not sick of seeing Knicks content on your phones at all, so here is Part Two of the diary no one asked for: that of my very social, friend-filled, few days running around in the city-wide party that was New York during the historic 2026 NBA Finals. When we left off, I’d just spent Game 3 (”the Trump game”) with “new friends” (post-2020 return-move to Manhattan after living abroad): such luminaries as the Cookies Hoops guys (two of the coolest and smartest in New York), Rachel Rabbit White, Nico Walker, and Julia Cooke (whom I affectionately call Julia Coke) at an Alphabet City bar.
Two days later, on Wednesday, I stayed in for the incredible Game 4 Knicks comeback game—watching, agog, on my white sofa, under a white UGG blanket, burning a white candle, as that shot went in the basket. People were screaming outside my window. So good.
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Game 5, the potential elimination game, was on Saturday, and I was happy, because I had another event to attend that evening. I don’t write about my friend
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