By Craig Kwasniewski
"Last Call... Last Call Everybody!"
The bar's about to close, you're two drinks from passing out, you smell of cigarette ash and cheap cologne and most importantly you're all alone. The last one in the bar yet again, an all too familiar feeling for as long as you as you can remember, you're all alone... except for her.
There she sits, across the bar, gently sipping on her last Cosmo of the night. She's easily three years past her prime but she's still slightly attractive, especially at this hour. Her body clearly isn't what it used to be, her legs are not as shapely and her face no longer contains the confidence of a beautiful woman, but you can tell that she used to have that something about her... but not anymore. She sits, not looking the least bit interested yet you both know she's waiting for you to talk to her.
She wants to be wanted just one more time, from you, from someone, from anyone... she just wants to feel what she felt years ago when she used to turn heads, when she used to command a room. It doesn't matter that it's you, but you mean more to her right now anyone else in the world... and she means everything to you after all those lonely nights.
You throw down the last bit of your drink, gather yourself as best as a person near passing out can and saunter over to her spot at the bar.
Before you can even utter a single word, she lifts her head up and introduces herself:
"Hi I'm Tracy McGrady." ...and you're a Knicks Fan.
Is there anything that closely resembles a one night stand more than the Tracy McGrady era with the NY Knicks? T-Mac is past his prime yet he's still trying to get one last big contract and Knicks fans, years from playoff contention (2004) are willing to cling to any kind of hope, even in the form of a broken veteran swingman. Clearly both sides are using each other, T-Mac for money, the Knicks for short-term gratification and long-term contract relief. And they both know they're using each other.... no harm no foul.
Like a late night at a hotel lounge with two business travelers looking for love, both sides know not to call each other the morning after. Yet both sides can look fondly back at this "night" and know that for that one moment... it was magic.
T-Mac and the Knicks... let's just hope neither wake up saying, "Call me."