Immersed in the daily churn of Washington DC, I found an unexpected source of hope in the Knicks’ improbable seasonWhen it comes to the length of my relationship with the New York Knicks, I’m more Taylor Swift than Timothée Chalamet.But it was inevitable. For months, Knicks fever was slowly dra wing me in. A close friend said the team was singularly healing her from a breakup. Another from depression. I had inadvertently been subjected to playoff games through friends, or the daily turmoil of them, through colleagues. Continue reading... ...read more read less