By
Will Leitch,
a contributing editor covering sports and film at New York since 2008
and the author of six books, including the novels 'How Lucky' and 'The Time Has Come.'
So much was swirling above Madison Square Garden before game three of the NBA Finals Monday night that you half expected a dimensional portal to appear overhead, Ghostbusters-style. It was the first finals home game for the Knicks in 26 years, featuring the highest ticket prices in NBA history, and a President of the United States whose mere attendance disrupted everything within a 10-block radius. A city that knows both scale and lunacy better than any on the planet had never seen anything quite like this; it felt like an infinite number of decades-gestating plotlines converging at once. Whatever angle you looked at it from, it was overwhelming.
