Bad.

Minnesota looks damn near invincible.

AN UGLY WIN IS A WIN. I HATE THIS MATCH-UP FOR THE KNICKS, BUT HIT THE DAMN MUSIC! #Knicks WIN!

I thought about attending the Roast of Tom Brady last night, but I did not want to Roast him for a 3rd time!!

Knicks in 4.

Clown. Pat Bev and every reporter that stood around acting like this was all fine, that a reporter gets blatantly disrespected, but 'please give me a quote on not getting over the hump.'

Broad street has turned into Midtown Manhattan.

Now to sit back and watch videos of Knicks fans taking over Wells Fargo Center.

SOMEWAY. SOMEHOW. KNICKS WIN! SERIES WIN! WHAT A SERIES. respect to the sixers. PLAY THE DAMN MUSIC.

HART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRUNSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS GAME MY HEART CAN TAKE!

It is still WAYYY too early to be talking any remote form of smack.

37 and counting.

Divo gets bumped, no foul, Sixers hit a 3 the other way. Sums up this game perfectly.

Every Knicks playoff series (when they've been good, in my lifetime), has been literal edge-of-your-seat heart pulsing drama. Why did I expect any different tonight?

Knicks look gassed. Are we saving Precious Achiuwa and Alec Burks for game 7??

Sixers have to cool down from the field at some point...right?