Jeremy Lin's inspiring streak of greatness with the Knicks began a year ago—and it was awesome. Who cares if it didn't last?
It's always memorable, sitting in the 300-section of Madison Square Garden—especially for Saturday night Knicks games when the team is struggling. The rows reach up so high and out so wide that you feel engulfed by an enormous crowd of people, most of whom, Saturdays being Saturdays, are drunk. And even towards the beginning of the night, when fans are reasonably sober, this is New York City, so everyone's loud and Carmelo Anthony is fat and Jared Jeffries belongs in prison, not in the NBA. These games are memorable in the way that they turn something that's supposed to be fun (watching a professional basketball game) into something that you just have to find a way to get through safely.
Unless it's February 4, 2012. Or, as it's better known: the beginning of Linsanity. I was there that night, sitting in the 300s, watching this little-known Asian-American dude from Harvard come off the bench, recklessly bring the Knicks back from down 10, and score 25 points on 19 shots to go along with five assists as the Knicks beat the then-New Jersey Nets to end a three-game losing streak. It all came as a shock: Lin and everything about him, what happened on the court, how this came to be something way more fun than just a game between two eight-win teams—and also it happening at the lowest of low points, on a cold Saturday night, one day before the Giants' Super Bowl, and against the not-yet-from Brooklyn Nets. It was totally dumb-luck to get to see it live. You kind of had to be there, we thought.