
Belief in Knicks was surging to rare heights before Julius Randle injury
NY Post
The Knicks had been doing something that had seemed and felt impossible for decades. They weren’t just playing well — as well, in fact, as they’ve played for any extended period since they were regular participants in May and June all across the ’90s.
And they weren’t just saving their very best for the very best: clocking the Nuggets and the Heat in back-to-back games, winning 12 out of 14 overall since New Year’s Day, including six in a row.
No. In truth, it was more than that.
Right up until around 5:30 or so Saturday afternoon, the Knicks had actually done something that has seemed inconceivable for them and their fans.
They’d coaxed those fans into trusting both their eyes and their hearts. They’d convinced them to sit back and enjoy the ride, join them on the daily grind, and not continually fret for the sky to start falling, for the other sneaker to drop, for whatever ghosts and goblins have haunted the Knicks to rise up and take it all away. Knicks fans are the truest of true believers by nature, and they’d chosen to believe. They’d started to trust their hearts on this one.
And then the sky really did fall.

Suddenly, someone had hit a rewind button and everyone had been transported back seven months. It was early spring instead of late fall, it was broiling hot outside the arena walls and not freezing cold. Everyone was back at TD Garden. There were 19,156 frenzied fans on their feet begging for blood, poised for the kill.












