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Knucklehead savant

As the @nyknicks start their season tonight (as defending champs), I sit here, crying tears of pure gratitude. How lucky are we. how lucky are we to have this in our lives forever. How lucky to share this with the people we love and complete strangers. Here are some memories from this past Knicks run that I will forever keep on my heart. The above video is the moment it happened.

This is “Knicks Club”

Me crying for like the 9th time

Sidetalk

I needed IV treatment at one point

Knicks Club takes the streets

Celebrating with complete strangers in a @marriottbonvoy In Philadelphia

Celebrating in the hallways of a @marriottbonvoy in Philadelphia

Knicks Club baby, OUR COMMUNITY

My pants exploded

No idea but bask in it

Knicks Club is about community

Knicks club is about life

The moment the tip in happened

I still haven’t showered since

Me and @razkilla hugging

Knicks Club, if you want join and want more details DM me

@sidetalknyc jsut two normal guys

Knicks Club the day it happened

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Alison Flood

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