New York, World Cup Fever, and Why Sports Still Make Me Feel Like a Kid
A dream week behind the microphone, a dream ticket finally secured, and a reminder that sports are still at their best when they make us believe.
There are weeks where sports feel like a business.
And then there are weeks where sports remind you why you fell in love with them in the first place.
This was one of those weeks. The Knicks are NBA champions. I love it.
Over the last two days, I had the chance to cover the NBA Finals on Mad Dog Sports Radio. On Friday, I filled in for Mad Dog himself. Think about how cool that is for a sports radio nerd like me.
The day before the Knicks won their first championship in generations, I was sitting in for the king of New York sports radio. The significance of that moment wasn’t lost on me for even a second.
Unfortunately, the last half of the show turned into an adventure.
My broadcast equipment decided it had finally reached retirement age.
Believe it or not, I broadcast through Zoom, and the connection box I’ve used for years finally gave up the ghost. Complete disaster. Suddenly I was trying to finish a national radio show using nothing but AirPods.
Not exactly ideal.
But we got through it.
And honestly? Who cares. The moment itself was special enough to overshadow every technical problem. I love New York. I’ve always loved New York.
I admire the grit. The ambition. The dreams. The chaos.
There’s a strange beauty to its imperfections. A beauty to the dirtiness. A beauty to the noise.
New York is perfectly imperfect. It’s my happy place. I go to Broadway whenever I can. I love wandering the city. I love the energy. I love that everyone seems to be chasing something. So seeing the Knicks finally win a championship was incredibly cool.
Game 4 felt like a movie.
Taylor Swift. Mariska Hargitay. Jerry Seinfeld. Larry David. Spike Lee. Sydney Sweeney. Timothée Chalamet.
It felt like every famous person on Earth had gathered inside one arena.
For New Yorkers, this was history. For the NBA, it was perfection.
Internationally, the Wembanyama factor made the series even bigger. France was captivated. The league’s global reach was on full display.
This was the dream scenario for Commissioner Adam Silver. The NBA feels hotter than it has in years. For a few weeks, we stopped talking about load management. We stopped talking about tanking. We stopped talking about television ratings.
We just watched great basketball. And the Knicks winning matters.
It’s the Knicks.
One of the league’s most iconic franchises is finally climbing back to the top. And while we’re handing out credit, let’s give some to Mike Brown.
He walked into one of the most pressure-packed jobs in sports. Tom Thibodeau had been fired because getting close wasn’t good enough anymore. The expectation was simple: finish the job. Brown knew exactly what he was signing up for.
After finishing third in the East, he still delivered a championship.
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Meanwhile, I’ve completely lost my mind over the World Cup.
Most of you know I love soccer.
I’m a Nashville SC season-ticket holder. I’ve followed U.S. Soccer for years. I’ve traveled all over the country to watch the men’s and women’s national teams.
I love the Chicago Bears. I love the Chicago White Sox. But honestly? I’m probably an even bigger fan of U.S. Soccer. When the World Cup arrives, I become completely unreasonable.
Ask my wife.
Ask my dogs.
When the United States played Paraguay on Friday, I was pacing around the house like a lunatic. My blood pressure was probably dangerous. I was shouting nonsense. I couldn’t sit still.
I was a nervous wreck. And then the final whistle blew. What a feeling. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt that encouraged about a U.S. team. What’s funny is that the buildup to this World Cup didn’t exactly inspire confidence.
We’ve all hoped Mauricio Pochettino would be the guy. The results have been mixed as he’s searched for the right combinations and the right personalities.
But that 4-1 win felt different. The United States looked athletic. Fast. Creative. Confident. Free.
For the first time in a while, they looked like a team with an identity.
And now? I’m all in.
I can’t wait for Friday against Australia.
That excitement makes what happened next even sweeter.
It has been well documented how ridiculous World Cup ticket prices have become.
When FIFA announced the tournament was coming to the United States, I immediately started dreaming. Then I saw the prices. And honestly, I was crushed. Like everyone else, I’ve got bills. Groceries aren’t cheap. Gas isn’t cheap. Life isn’t cheap. I just couldn’t justify spending some of the money FIFA wanted for tickets.
It felt like my bucket-list dream was slipping away. But I kept checking. I kept looking. I stayed patient. And it finally paid off.
I’m going.
Next week I’ll be in Atlanta for Czechia versus South Africa.
I found a great seat for under $200. I couldn’t believe it. This is one of the biggest bucket-list items of my life. Truthfully, I didn’t even care who was playing.
I just wanted to experience the World Cup.
I love soccer. I love meeting people from different cultures. I love hearing different languages. I love the idea that for one month, the entire world gathers around one event. That’s my happy place.
And now I get to experience it firsthand.
That said, FIFA still deserves criticism.
Some of these ticket prices remain absolutely insane, especially for matches involving the biggest nations. The World Cup should belong to the fans. Too often it feels like it’s being priced for corporations. Still, for one afternoon in Atlanta, none of that will matter.
I’ll finally be there.
And I can’t wait.
The College World Series has also been tremendous.
Three days in and we’ve already seen drama everywhere.
Ole Miss was eliminated by Troy today.
The games have been outstanding. What made it even more special for me was hearing about my nephew’s experience.
Last night, we were hanging out with my brother-in-law, nephew, and other members of my wife’s side of the family last night in Nashville. Early this morning they headed to Omaha because my nephew has a youth baseball tournament there.
While they were in town, they went to the College World Series. They absolutely loved it. And that’s what makes Omaha so special. It’s baseball at its purest. No pretense. No gimmicks.
Just dreams.
The College World Series remains one of those rare events where the sport feels bigger than itself.
It’s a place where young players imagine themselves on that field someday. A place where baseball still feels magical. My nephew got to see that with his own eyes today.
And honestly, that’s what this entire week has been about for me.
The Knicks winning a title. The United States finding its form. A World Cup dream finally becoming reality. A kid walking into the College World Series and dreaming big.
Sports can be frustrating.
Sports can be ridiculous.
Sports can break your heart.
But every now and then, they remind us why we fell in love with them in the first place.
This week was one of those reminders.
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