You Had To Be There- The Sea of Orange and Blue.

You had to be there.

The LIRR from JFK to Manhattan, the guard shouting “tickets please” and clipping your ticket like you where on the orient express in the 40’s.

The city smelled like rain and hotdogs from street carts, but when you walk deeper into the city, the ‘higher’ you get, with out realising thanks to the guy in front of you smoking the legal leaf.

Taxi horns at 2am. Groups of people singing “sweet caroline” down 7th avenue at the top of there lungs.

Knicks games blasting through sports bars while strangers hugged strangers after a buzzer went to crown the end moment of the Knicks fourth game of the playoffs.

The sea of Orange and blue jerseys flooding the concourse outside MSG stretching from 31st street to 33rd street.

A 76ers fan shouting aggressively at the cops about a Knicks fan rubbing the win in his face like he was a child clattailing on his siblings.

Timbs and Jordan’s on the concrete jungle side walk, chanting “Brunson, brunson” knowing hes the king of the playoffs the real MVP.

Music leaking from bodegas the same song, that every New Yorker must now be fed up of listening to, 24/7 Empire State Of Mind. only switching up to good old Frank once in a while.

The empire state now illuminated in Orange and Blue, to celebrate the knicks winning, the view from the roof top bar felt like you could just reach over and touch it.

The soft heat sticking to your skin while Manhattan glowed like it knew it was the center of the universe, showing people what it's made of.

Bearly even packing to leave, hoping if you dont it would'nt be real that you leaving the dream you have wanted since you where seven.

For me, New York took my heart and made me cry . and somehow it made me feel alive in a way nowhere else could.

You had to be there.