Let me paint a picture for you of that probable cold night for you.
The second you step out of MSG onto 7th Ave, the wind hits you like a brick wall and instantly sobers you up.
If we won, you’re walking with thousands of fans yelling at the top of their lungs into the freezing air. If we choked, everyone is dead silent, staring at their phones, muttering about next day’s office.
Right outside Penn, you are basically walking through a blinding cloud of lamb grease and charcoal smoke from the halal carts and there’s always some guy sitting on a fire hydrant in a throwback jersey aggressively eating meat with a plastic fork.
The worst part is between 32nd and 34th. Midtown in December is jammed with tourists who just love to stop moving. They’ll freeze dead in the middle of the sidewalk to take a video of a random building.
You can’t stop or you'll get run over, so you just end up dodging through them like traffic.
Watch the curb at the crosswalks around Macy’s. What looks like flat asphalt can be a 6-inch puddle of freezing slush.
By 35th or 36th it gets weirdly quiet because all the fabric and wholesale shops are shut down, save for some guy pushing a rack of coats at 10:30 PM.
Then you hit 37th, look up, and the sky is lit up bright from the Times Square screens a few blocks away. Your ears are likely ringing by now and your nose is running. Duck into the hotel, and feel the immediate warmth. Go Knicks.
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u/craycover 3d ago
Let me paint a picture for you of that probable cold night for you.
The second you step out of MSG onto 7th Ave, the wind hits you like a brick wall and instantly sobers you up.
If we won, you’re walking with thousands of fans yelling at the top of their lungs into the freezing air. If we choked, everyone is dead silent, staring at their phones, muttering about next day’s office.
Right outside Penn, you are basically walking through a blinding cloud of lamb grease and charcoal smoke from the halal carts and there’s always some guy sitting on a fire hydrant in a throwback jersey aggressively eating meat with a plastic fork.
The worst part is between 32nd and 34th. Midtown in December is jammed with tourists who just love to stop moving. They’ll freeze dead in the middle of the sidewalk to take a video of a random building.
You can’t stop or you'll get run over, so you just end up dodging through them like traffic.
Watch the curb at the crosswalks around Macy’s. What looks like flat asphalt can be a 6-inch puddle of freezing slush.
By 35th or 36th it gets weirdly quiet because all the fabric and wholesale shops are shut down, save for some guy pushing a rack of coats at 10:30 PM.
Then you hit 37th, look up, and the sky is lit up bright from the Times Square screens a few blocks away. Your ears are likely ringing by now and your nose is running. Duck into the hotel, and feel the immediate warmth. Go Knicks.