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Carmelo's 62 Will Always Be Ours

Credit: USA Today - Sports

"62?!!" 

That was my response when one of my student-workers told me the news of what Carmelo had done last night. We were watching the Universty's men's team finish their game against a conference opponent, and we anticipated the long night as we transformed our athletic facility from a basketball set up to hold over 2,000 people into a set-up for a fencing tournament the next day. 

I knew going in it was going to be a long night. I knew I was going to miss my beloved Knicks. I figured with their recent play, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea that I took a break from them.

Ha Ha, Kobe! We got the record back as well!

Then Carmelo decided to go bonkers. 62 points! 

I missed history. Well at least live. I returned home at 2:00am, box of pizza in hand (took one from the many we ordered for our staff and student workers) and sat on the couch to see this bit of Knicks history that I missed. Damn fencing. I'll probably hate it even more now. Regardless, I watched the replay from 2am to 4:30am. Thank you DVR, and another thank you to MSG for replaying it. 

Jees, imagine if these two played together?

That game was special. That game was just so much fun. That game was freakin' amazing! 

It felt good again to have a Knicks player have that "Garden Moment".

Even better was having Patrick Ewing in the house to embrace Melo after the game. 

Carmelo may leave for a new team next year. Heck, we may even stink for the rest of the year and the near future. But this game, "the 62 game", will always be Carmelo's and will always be ours.
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