If a future historian seeks to write a book describing what it was like to live in this era, it should be titled, “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.” These days, it feels like whatever is nice, whatever we’re enjoying, we can’t have it — take it away.
This week, on my Facebook memories, an old photo popped up of my dad sitting courtside and cheering at a Knicks game, and for a moment I remembered what it was like to have one of those nice things that we once all shared: sports.
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