The plan was to hit Midtown and document the madness after the Knicks won game 5, but NYPD had that shit on lockdown. No one was getting in or out.
With no real backup plan, I wandered around the East Village for most of the third quarter until I finally pulled up on Baohaus.
So while the original plan didn’t pan out, watching the Knicks rally in the fourth to take their first chip in 53 years while celebrating alongside Eddie Huang and his peoples was an ill way to spend a championship night in NYC.