Authored by Raymond Whitney<\/p>\n
Okay, so I’m not from Queens. In fact, I’m not even from New York, in the traditional sense. I live upstate. Weird, I know. Sometimes I ask myself why. But I try to avoid that question. <\/p>\n
Anyway it’s the holiday season in New York and that only means one thing: basketball. More to the point, New York Knicks fans have already recieved the gift they’ve asking for for years – – – hope. The Knicks are on a seven game winning streak.. But there is, I suppose, one more gift to be asked from friends, family, strangers, really anyone in proximity. <\/p>\n
Tickets.<\/p>\n
Madison Square Garden is the best venue in the world. Granted I’m biased, but nothing matches the energy of the Garden. Oh how I have longed for the days when I could wear my apparell at the garden with pride. I remember when I was a kid, living in, you guessed in Queens (Forest Hills). My father and I would leave early, he’d set the home security alarm (Adt security online offer) and say something truly touching like, “you can never be too careful in this god forsaken town.” Then we’d run to our local bakery, he’d have coffee and I’d scarf down a black and white cookie. “Maybe Santa will give us a win,” he’d say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Authored by Raymond Whitney Okay, so I’m not from Queens. In fact, I’m not even from New York, in the traditional sense. I live upstate. Weird, I know. Sometimes I ask myself why. But I try to avoid that question. Anyway it’s the holiday season in New York and that only means one thing: basketball. … <\/p>\n