THE KNICKS ARE TWO WINS AWAY FROM MAKING NEW YORK COMPLETELY UNHINGED

If you thought New York was loud before, somebody better call emergency services because this city is about two wins away from becoming a full-blown psychiatric experiment.

The Knicks just stole Game 2 from the San Antonio Spurs: 105-104. Ladies and gentlemen, this team is playing with the kind of magic usually reserved for Disney movies and people who somehow win the lottery twice.

Jalen Brunson, once again, played the role of New York's favorite superhero. Forget Batman. Forget Superman. Brunson is the only guy in America who can shoot 7-for-24 and still walk off the court looking like he just robbed a bank and got away with it.

With the game hanging by a thread, Victor Wembanyama made the one mistake you absolutely cannot make against these Knicks: He gave Brunson another chance.

That's like seeing a bear in the woods and saying, "You know what? Let me poke it." Bad decision.

Brunson stepped to the line with 9.5 seconds left, knocked down the go-ahead free throw, and suddenly every Knicks fan from Manhattan to Montauk started checking parade routes instead of their blood pressure.

However, the Spurs still had one final shot.

Wembanyama got the look.

The ball went up.

Every Knicks fan stopped breathing.

The shot bounced off the rim.

And then it happened: PURE CHAOS.

People were hugging strangers. Grown men were crying. Someone probably even proposed marriage in an Astoria sports bar.

The Knicks escaped with a 105-104 win and now own a 2-0 lead in the NBA Finals as they walk back into Madison Square Garden for games 3 and 4.

This team just keeps finding ways to win.

Karl-Anthony Towns bullied his way to 21 points and 13 rebounds. Mikal Bridges dropped 20. Brunson added 20 of his own. And somehow this team has now won THIRTEEN straight playoff games. Thirteen!

At this point the Knicks are basically the sports version of that horror movie villain that refuses to die no matter what you throw at it.

Yes, the Spurs made a furious comeback late in the fourth quarter. They erased a 14-point deficit. Wembanyama woke up and finished with 29 points. De'Aaron Fox was making plays all over the floor. But it didn't matter because every time New York gets punched, they get back up laughing.

Now the series heads to Madison Square Garden, and good luck to anyone trying to get a ticket. The cheapest seats are in the thousands. For that kind of money, I better be sitting next to Spike Lee, getting free chicken fingers, a massage, and the ability to call one timeout myself.

But Knicks fans don't care because they've waited 53 years for this. Some fans have waited so long they watched the Knicks win their last championship on a television that weighed more than Karl-Anthony Towns and had rabbit ears sticking out of the top.

Now the Garden is about to host the biggest basketball games New York has seen in generations.

The Knicks are up 2-0.

The city is buzzing.

The fans are losing their minds.

The Garden is about to become louder than a jet engine trapped inside a subway station. And the hottest team in basketball is now just TWO wins away from bringing a championship back to New York City for the first time since 1973.

Sleep? Forget it.

Productivity? Gone.

Heart medication? Keep it nearby.

The Knicks have put the entire city on emotional life support.

New York, get ready. This thing is getting very, very real. Two more wins. That's it. Two more wins and every car horn in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Staten Island, Long Island, and probably even parts of New Jersey will be blasting until Thanksgiving.

Yes, our Knicks are two wins away from history, and we are two wins away from completely losing our minds.