NEW YORK — Two grown men in Knicks gear, tattoo sleeves wrapping down both their arms, clutched each other and giggled hysterically as they staggered to the exits drunk with joy.
Another sprinted toward the Madison Square Garden escalators, NBA Finals hat both backwards and askew, screaming incoherently; the words, “Let’s go Knicks,” eventually formed and were repeated over and over. He passed a gleeful security guard and the two exchanged a booming high-five.
