So, it was do or die for San Antonio and the New York Knicks knew it. If they could post a win to make it 3-0, his team does not leave anything they would certainly win the Finals. The Spurs were more acutely aware: they could not afford a loss here and then face the challenge of winning 4 in a row.
So, the whole fandom of Gotham was also on board: a win now would almost surely bring the trophy back after 52 years. The seats were filled to overflowing, paacked with celebs, and Central Park was also packed for a local watch meet up.
Victor was ready, too. The 22 year old knew in his heart that this is why he loves the sport: the challenge of being the underdog(the one dog who submits to the 'big dog'). He has assumed the role of assistant coach(unofficially). He can be seen and heard to be encouraging his teammates, court side. His emotional commitment is obvious to this observer and many more. For his youthful age, he has stepped up to insist that his team focus on the moment: ban all exterior influence, and forget about Travis and TayTay.
During the back and forth, the lead changed multiple times. The referees had their hands full as the "let 'em play' mantra seemed to over ride their supervision. Fouls became more obvious as players struggled to control movements and attempts to out run defenses and blocking. In the second half, shirt pulling, arm grips, pushing and shoving became rampant. Nobody wanted to give up an inch of court space, let alone a clear shot. 3-point plays reversed runs and staunched point bleeds. Coaches became more vocal; refs strained to keep control. Oh, an the Oval Chump was hiding in the crowd to add some drama queen spice.
As the 4th quarter neared its end, play became even more desperate: the Knicks were behind, just behind-1,2, or 3 points, but the Spurs held on and held up to the pressure. Wemby didn't buckle, but shined. and now he has taken on the persona of 'Arch Villain' of Gotham. Good for you, Victor: a role you can handle with ease. These are New York City Knicks- a teaam accustomed to losing, like the Mets.
New Yorkers are full of themselves; they think they are special. Another myth carried forward by media types who believe their own bullshit. Did you see the new young mayor way up on the rafters? He couldn't possibly stay away. Where was Woody Allen? Hiding? Or Kate Capshaw? Former great Bill Bradley was there, close enough to catch a Knick in his lap!!!!
The Spurs are now empowered and the Knicks have unleashed the genie. The Spurs victories will be sung abut for generations. Watch 'em.