I predict that after Walsh fails to LeBring LeBron to the Knicks, the fans gather en mass in front of the Garden chanting and yelling.
Suddenly, a splinter group breaks off and starts rocking a car back and forth. A larger crowd gathers and together they tip the car over, dancing madly.
Some people have brought along molotov ****tails, which they proceed to fling at the garden entrance, igniting a small blaze. The crowd is so large and angry that the firemen can't get in to fight the blaze. Riot police appear on the scene in baby blue helmets. Brandishing their billy clubs, they wade into the crowd, swinging at any head in the vicinity, but they are beaten back by the angry crowd.
Meanwhile, the blaze in front of the garden has begun to get out of control. It begins spreading through the lobby... Up the stairwells and into the arena. The seats begin to smolder and bubble.... The whole garden is engulfed in flames! It's so out of control, the crowd outside runs away, but it's too late - though they fight it valiantly, the firemen can't stop the conflagration. Inside, the fire has reached the rafters....
Bill Bradley's blazer - #24 - is the first to go, followed in quick succession by Ewing #33, Willis Reed #19... Walt "Clyde" Frazier #10... All the blazers of the great Knick legends going up in fames! Oh, the humanity!
Meanwhile, Walsh sits calmly in his office somewhere deep in the bowels of the garden. Mike D'Antoni is there too, and Chris Duhon. It's getting very hot and smoke is beginning to seep into the room. Walsh lights up a cigar. "Well," he says, "I guess that plan didn't work out too good, huh?" D'Antoni refuses to believe it's all over. "I'm not gonna die here like a dirty rat! he yells, and makes a break for it, duhon close behind. They run out into the flaming hall. Seconds later, Walsh can hear their tortured screams, knowing that he too will be screaming, and will soon follow his comrades, nigh unto the very gates of hell!
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It's not so hard.