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The Shot - Brunson Solidified



Another "double bang!" and I found myself standing - STANDING! - on the edge of my couch, clutching a blanket in front of me with little regard to the awkward position my emotions forced my body into. 

This was another playoff first-round series that likely took take years off my life. Much like the Philadelphia 76ers series last year and everything that was Dante Divencenzo's late-game heroic three-pointer, this Detroit Pistons series gave me a serious case of agita, but of course, the Jalen Brunson shot. 

I'm sure I had very few doubts about this before, but that shot solidified Jalen Brunson for a lot of Knicks fans, including this one. 

That shot, that moment, everything poetic and beautiful about it - the way it evoked Jordan-Game-6 vibes - filled something Knicks fans have awaited - that guy. 

I appreciate Carmelo Anthony. Heck, even Ama're Stoudemire. And I've already established my appreciation for Julius Randle. 

But Brunson, he's now on a new floor. He's there with Patrick Ewing for me, one of the great Knicks in my lifetime. 

I've watched the shot about 456,432 times since it happened. From all the angles. Even in different languages. I'll never forget it. 

By the way, he poured in 40 Points for the game. 

Knicks fans. We deserve Brunson. He's the guy we've been waiting for. 

I believe #11 will hang in Madison Square Garden once it's all said and done. 



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