Dynasty Begins

So we're in Manhattan because we went there for the Knicks parade.

But now we're at the NBA store.

And exactly went to the parade, which was like 45 minutes behind schedule.

I think Mom Donnie had to squeeze in a last call for prayer.

And I'm at the NBA store, and this guy there says, can I help you? I said, yeah.

I am looking.

I see these Knicks jerseys, but what I really want to see is F-Off, Frogger Freak, Wimby Shirts.

And I haven't been on social media today, but has Frogger Freak jumped off the Eiffel Tower yet? Still claiming that he dominated the Knicks.

Has Frogger Freak taken the leap? Inquiring minds want to know.

And on top of everything else, wouldn't mind seeing a new shirt for the Knicks that says, Dynasty Begins! Holla! Can I get a holla? For the New York Knicks Nation basking in the beautiful Canyon of Heroes glory.

Honoring our fabulous, glorious, winning New York Knicks that are on the cusp of dynasty domination.

Holla! So can I get a holla for dynasty now? I like that better than Dynasty Begins, but they're both fantastic.

Can I get a holler for Dynasty Begins? Thank you very much.

And so we go to the parade.

So I begin the train like 6 a.m. Get the kids up at 5.

And then we only go to the city, only find out that one million New Yorkers were already set up along Broadway as early as 4 a.m., which brings new meaning to wake and bake.

Mom says, I don't get up for shit.

I'll show her.

Can I get a holla for Dynasty Begins? Nothing but the bottom of the net.

Holla.

Marlboro lives.

Thank you.

Very much.