As New York celebrates this year's championship, I find myself thinking about a train ride that happened nearly ten years ago.
At the time, I had surprised my father with tickets to a Knicks game at Madison Square Garden. Not just tickets, but a suite experience. For a son, there are certain moments you hope to create for your parents as a way of saying thank you. This was one of those moments.
We took the train from Newark into New York City.
Like many rides into the city, there was a little bit of everything. Commuters heading to and from work. Tourists trying to figure out where they're going. The homeless carrying everything they owned. Looking out into the city, it seemed to move with the same energy it always has - millions of people chasing possibility.
As we rode, my father began telling stories.
Stories I had never fully heard before.