The President Has Arrived To Fuck Up The Hottest Party In New York

The skies have never been more blue over the city of New York, the sun never more warm, and the Knicks-merch more profound and ubiquitous. The other day my daughter had her first basketball lesson on a court near Battery Park City and I felt a strange sensation in my heart when I noticed the coach was wearing a Tyson Chandler jersey. It was not the last jersey I would see at the park, children young enough to never know the Mike Woodson years or have to convince themselves Emmanuel Mudiay was the answer, gleefully tearing around in jerseys with Brunson and Towns on the back. I saw a dog in the passenger seat of a luxury car wearing a Knicks shirt. Orange and blue flags are flying from every restaurant, look up and you'll find them swaying from windows and fire escapes. Line-waiting culture finding praxis with bandwagon fandom as people idle in formation, wrapping around the block just to get into the most mid sports bar hours before tip-off. Bodegas and stationary stores are stocking Knicks hats, for when you need that Juul fix and a last minute game-time accessory. With the Knicks up 2-0 over San Antonio in the NBA Finals and the series shifting to New York, the collective spirit of the city has never been higher than right now. Which made it the perfect time for President Trump to tip the situation on its head and send the vibes into a tailspin. The president's plans to attend Game 3 of the finals at Madison Square Garden is already making lives shittier for people before tip-off. On Saturday, the Knicks announced that fans should be prepared for more TSA-style screening procedures at the Garden, and that no bags would be allowed. Worse, anyone planning to come to the game should plan to be there two hours ahead of start time. https://twitter.com/nyknicks/status/2063392493228511581?s=20