In the ongoing tragedy in New York:
Lakers 127. Knicks 96. A boy and his father sit in their apartment in Queens. The boy is wearing a Patrick Ewing jersey made for a man. It had been a gift once. The father is wearing a suit. The father is holding flowers. The boy is holding a wrapped box. They sit and wait. They are expecting a guest. They are watching the game. The game drags on. The Lakers score 51 points in the third quarter. The Knicks capitulate. No one comes to the apartment. Hours tick by. The two men sit in silence. The boy thinks to himself, She’s probably very sorry. The man thinks to himself, Who needs the playoffs? Sadness overcomes them both. The sun has long since set. The boy considers opening the box; he had made a lanyard for the potential guest. He does not do so. She could come. The playoffs could come. She could come.