This is the biggest Knicks-Lakers game in 48 years
NY Post
Earlier that night of May 10, 1973, Bill Bradley had given George Kalinsky a heads-up, just before the Knicks took the floor at the Fabulous Forum in Inglewood, Calif., for Game 5 of the NBA Finals.
“If we win tonight,” Bradley said, “keep your lens on me.” Sure enough, the Knicks won that night, and handily, 102-93, and they wrapped up their second (and, for whatever reason, lesser-celebrated) championship in four years. Bradley had a fine night — 20 points, seven rebounds, five assists — and as the final seconds melted off the clock Kalinsky, the Garden’s longtime photographer, understood why he’d been given notice: Bradley jumped into Willis Reed’s arms.
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