This is prime sports time on TV. Last night I switched back and forth between the first Knicks game with Walt Frazier and Mike Breen and the first game of the World Series between Texas and Arizona, a match-up I didn’t think I’d care about but to my surprise, it was really good baseball. Both events were like coming home. The Friday Night Knicks theme is something I forget every year, and then remember right around this time, remember how comfortable it is to watch the Knicks, even in years when the team sucks, as long as my friends Clyde and Mike are talking us through the game. Movin and groovin, dishin and swishin, so nice we showed it twice and all the other familiar slogans. But this year the Knicks don’t suck. The games will be good. And this year the World Series is exciting. Last night’s game was won with a walk-off 11th inning home run by a formerly unknown star who has already set the record for the most postseason RBIs, and the series is just getting started. They play 162 games in a baseball season so each game doesn’t mean that much, until the end of the season when every game matters, at this point, every inning matters and sometimes every at-bat. I’ve never been much of a football fan except for the years when I lived in the Valley and the Niners were rising. Not my sport. But I’ve loved both baseball and basketball my whole life, there are real family roots here, and traditions old and new. And tonight there’s another World Series game and the Knicks are in New Orleans playing the Pelicans. Good times! 😄#