The Dictatorship
The Knicks are NBA champs — and New Yorkers share a moment to last a lifetime
When the New York Knicks qualified for the NBA playoffs in 2021, after an eight-year drought, the New York Post reported on that team’s sole postseason victory with the headline“Wild crowd of Knicks fans take over streets after playoff win.”
A friend of mine visiting the city at the time picked up on the palpable Knicks fever, though he was a bit flummoxed at the level of giddiness for a team that won just one game before being bounced from the tournament by the Atlanta Hawks. “This is a basketball town,” I said, “If the Knicks ever actually make a real run at the title, this place will go absolutely insane.”
Now the New York Knickerbockers are NBA champions for the first time since 1973, having defeated the San Antonio Spurs in a five-game series that featured the greatest comeback in NBA finals history. And New York fans are indeed back in the streets, this time in even greater abundance, exploding with joy.
Now the New York Knickerbockers are NBA champions for the first time since 1973, having defeated the San Antonio Spurs in a five-game series that featured the greatest comeback in NBA finals history.
Will Leitch aptly explained why Game 4, when the Knicks rallied from a 29-point deficit at Madison Square Garden, was a microcosm for this squad’s improbable, inspiring, record-breaking playoff run: “For whatever reason, the Knicks spent most of this season toggling themselves on and off, like a circuit breaker. They just toggled themselves off and back on again. But this wasn’t a toggle: This was the smashing of a plunger that blew the roof off an entire building.”
There were doubts that first-year coach Mike Brown would be able to build off the success of his predecessor Tom Thibodeau, whose five-year run ended with the Knicks’ loss in the 2025 Eastern Conference finals, but made the Knicks legitimate title contenders for the first time since Bill Clinton was president. While this team has a lot of talent, it is hardly made of superstars.
Team captain Jalen Brunson made this year’s All-NBA Second Team, but none of the other Knicks made even the third team. Instead, their special sauce is chemistryas Brunson is joined by two of his NCAA Championship-winning Villanova teammates, Josh Hart and Mikal Bridges; New Jersey native Karl-Anthony Towns has won hearts with both his play and candor about personal tragedies he’s endured in recent years; OG Anunoby brings a quiet grittiness and clutch efforts on both sides of the court; and rotation players coming off the bench each knew their role and played with confidence when called on to play.
A Knicks fan went viral this month with the chant, “My mayor’s Muslim / My bagel’s Jewish / My Christian’s Dior / Knicks in four!” The Knicks didn’t win the title in four, but the sentiment captures the atypical warm and fuzzies engendered by the team’s championship run — and the magical, fleeting moments that won’t be forgotten by anyone lucky enough to experience them.
New York, famously not the friendliest of cities, has been tangibly united behind the Knicks. Thousands of people watching the games on a screen outside MSG on Seventh Avenue. Intrepid New Yorkers projecting the ABC broadcasts onto handball walls and the sides of buildings for their neighbors. Staten Island hip-hop legends Wu-Tang Clan rallying the moribund Garden crowd at halftime in Game 4, when the Knicks trailed by 27 points.
Anyone who has been in this city since April, whether they’re a lifelong fan, a late-coming bandwagoneer or a grimacing hater of all things New York sports, has experienced a communal, euphoric, even egalitarian vibe (though it didn’t extend to ticket prices at the Garden). As Alex Kirshner wrote in Slate“What’s happening here is some kind of confluence, one that a lot of people are desperate to bottle up but that might not come around again.”
John Turturro, the veteran actor and native New Yorker, said “one of the joys of being alive” is riding the subway with other fans after a Knicks win. “I’m in this city that no one ever looks at each other and everyone’s talking to each other,” he told CNN.
To be sure, there have been some terrible “fan” moments during the finals — when a creep threw an egg at Spurs star Victor Wembanyama on the sidewalk or when a mob viciously assaulted a Spurs fan outside the Garden after Game 3. And as The Athletic put it with regard to the clout-chasing viral video wannabes doing stupid, dangerous stunts for the clicks, “Attention-seeking knuckleheads are the lone blight on these amazing NBA Finals.” Here’s hoping said knuckleheads don’t spoil the Knicks’ victory parade down the Canyon of Heroes for the rest of us.
Yes, there are longer-suffering fanbases. Yes, New York City’s smug self-regard and disproportionate national media attention will always generate a certain level of resentment. But few fanbases have cared this much, for this long — selling out the Garden nearly every game night, even when the team’s play was abominable and the organization was better known for its toxic environment and comical mismanagement.
New York might be the financial capital of the U.S. and a prime destination for an oligarch’s pied a terre (or two), but most of the 8.5 million of us in this city will never sniff that kind of privilege. This city is prohibitively expensive, it is perpetually dirty and its infrastructure only occasionally functions properly. It is, frankly, often such an exasperating pain that rational adults have been known to regularly question their life choices for still being here.
But the Knicks are champions for the first time in more than a half-century. And these particular Knicks — humble, hard-working, overachievers with personality — reflect a New York we’d all like to believe in. They’ve briefly made us forget our troubles, and allowed us to (mostly) leave politics at the door for a few hours a night.
This victory, by this team of players, has unleashed an unbridled ecstasy from denizens of a place that prides itself on world-weary cynicism — even if that merely conceals a hopeless romanticism just beneath the surface. Go New York, go New York, go!
Anthony L. Fisher is a senior editor and opinion columnist for MS NOW.