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A Poem for the New York Knicks of my Childhood

Twenty-One Such a bruising game, driveway basketball: hip-checking allowed against the garage, rose thorns stealing the dribble down the left side, crazy ricochets off the low eves, no out-of-bounds except the tomatoes. To win, you risked scraped knees, black eyes, … Continue reading

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