Some wanted to speak with Jason Kidd, others were looking for J.R. Smith and Amar’e Stoudemire.
To top it all off, Tyson Chandler and Kenyon Martin spoke simultaneously while the press stood on top of one another.
Then, abruptly, everyone stopped what they were doing. Chris Copeland—the man who helped put the Knicks over the top in a do-or-die Game 5—was on his way to the podium.
The chaos of ants stumbling and fumbling over and on and off of one another ceased.
Organized, single file, as Copeland walked to the podium, the mob trailed.
“This must feel good,” I said, walking beside him, stride for stride.
He turned, and his smile lit up the inner bowels of Madison Square Garden.
“Yea, it does,” he said. “You have no idea.”