Last night we stopped by Spike Lee’s block party in Brooklyn to celebrate the Knicks. Over here, Bad Bunny played on speakers mounted on top of a car. Over there, people smoked and generously offered blunts. New York was even more in love with itself than usual. Game was being spit, and maybe a little more welcomed than before. A cultural practice more …
ESSAY: Trump vilifies cities. The Knicks redeemed them
Notes from a non-fan fan on a basketball contest that took on much greater meaning
