The Kristapocalypse is Nigh

Friday night. June. New York City.

It’s the eve of Game 5 of the NBA Finals and the series is tied. The boroughs are buzzing following the New York Rangers championship parade held earlier that afternoon, and the faithful believe that this will be the year their beloved Knickerbockers capture the title that has eluded them since the glory days of the early 1970s.

The league has been granted a reprieve from the tyranny of Michael Jordan, and the Knicks are closer to a title than they’ve been in 21 years in the new His Airness-less NBA, an NBA where suddenly everyone has a chance. As the game is about to tip off, a murmur spreads through the arena. Something is happening in Los Angeles. A…