The Night Madison Square Garden Lost Its Mind
No one will ever leave a Knicks game early again
Last night I had the extreme privilege and good fortune of being in the right place at exactly the right time.
I went to Madison Square Garden to report on the elusive standing-room-only tickets, a great New York City hack that lets people see playoff basketball for “cheap.” There are only a handful available and they sell out almost instantly, but at around $500, they’re still half the price of most seats. (You can read about it in The Times of London!) A close friend helped make the whole thing happen, which felt incredibly generous.
Even before tipoff, the energy was insane. People showed up at 6:30, the second the doors opened, chanting “Go New York, Go New York, Go!” over and over again. I don’t know why it never gets annoying. If anything, it only makes you want more.
The celebrities turned out. Michael J. Fox was there with Tracy Pollan. Lenny Kravitz sat next to Dustin Hoffman. Idina Menzel sang along to “Defying Gravity” when it blasted through the arena speakers. Of course Timothée Chalamet and Ben Stiller were there too (Fun fact: courtside ticket holders are apparently required to stay in their seats for the entire game, which may explain why Kylie doesn’t make every Knicks appearance.)
At one point I stopped into Suite Sixteen, a members-only suite on the third level run by TAO Group Hospitality. It felt more like a nightclub than part of a basketball arena - dark, loud, flirtatious, everyone drinking and mingling behind heavy curtains that made the whole thing feel secretive and sexy.
Then came the fourth quarter.
The Knicks were down by 22, and people started leaving. Half my row disappeared. At the time, it made complete sense; the probability of coming back while trailing this much was 0.1 percent. But those people will never leave anything early again for the rest of their lives. They will sit through bad movies until the credits roll. They will stay at boring parties until the lights come on. They will endure terrible first dates all the way through dessert.
Because what happened next felt almost supernatural.
I have never experienced anything like Madison Square Garden when the Knicks tied the game and then took the lead. Strangers grabbed each other and screamed. People were high-fiving, hugging, crying. My ears rang from the noise. When the buzzer sounded and I walked outside, thousands of people were still standing in the streets, cheering beneath the blue-and-orange lights of the Empire State Building, unwilling to let the night end. I walked home with a friend and strangers cheered with us on the street.
I’m a relatively new Knicks fan, a bandwagon jumper, depending on who you ask. And I know there are people who have lived and died with this team for decades.
But being welcomed into that kind of collective joy - especially now, when it can feel easy to lose faith in people - felt like a genuine honor.
So thank you, Knicks.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.


Love the description of this energy!!! Even I may have survived a whole game 😆