The 1969 Chronicles: A Sports Writer's Notes  By Stan Isaacs

Chapter 7: The Glorious Knicks

I like to think that I generally kept a level-headed approach to games, adhering to the "no cheering in the press box" dictum of the trade. If I did not cheer for the Knicks from my perch on the press row, that could not be said of the rah-rah verbiage emanating from Left Field in 1969. The following set of columns on the Knicks capture, even some 30 years later, not only my enthusiasms but I think the whole love affair that Gotham had for the Knicks. When you think of the Knicks and glory, I think it is this team and this season more than any other that most warms the cockles of Knicks fandom.

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Columns:
The Knicks Streak vs. the Bogeyman
DeBusschere a Hit Even Without Ball
Hail the Knicks: a Loosey-Goosey Group
Knicks Weren't Perfect, But That's Their Story
Walt Frazier: Mr. Entertainer
Knicks May Be Shiniest of Gotham's Sports Gems
That Knick Nailbiter: Play It Once More, Red
Never Was a Night Like the Night Knicks Won

Chapters
Home Page
Introduction
1. The Amazing Mets
2. Yankee Fans
3. Music to My Ears
4. Ali & Friends
5. People Are Funny
6. The Poetry Corner
7. The Glorious Knicks
 
  • The Knicks Streak vs. the Bogeyman
     
  • DeBusschere a Hit Even Without Ball
     
  • Hail the Knicks: a Loosey-Goosey Group
     
  • Knicks Weren't Perfect, But That's Their Story
     
  • Walt Frazier: Mr. Entertainer
     
  • Knicks May Be Shiniest of Gotham's Sports Gems
     
  • That Knick Nailbiter: Play It Once More, Red
     
  • Never Was a Night Like the Night Knicks Won
  • 8. Bill Bradley & Others
    9. Horsing Around
    10. An Angry Mother
    11. Political Baseball
    12. Fun and Games
    13. The Sweet Science
    14. Baseball, Gentlemen
    15. Some Immortals
    16. A Galleria
    17. Ladies First
    18. The Irrepressible Jets
    19. The Sporting Culture

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    The losers bemoan what went wrong; the winners see victory as a triumph of their own virtures.
    — Walter Plinge