Not much of an NBA fan, I paid only fleeting attention to the recent Championship Tournament. On the other hand, the frequent mention of the year 1973, when the New York Knicks last won the NBA Championship, never failed to get my attention.
In 1973, I was 23 years old and attending medical school. A good friend died that year and three others got married, the first in my circle of friends to take the plunge. As for myself, one relationship was imploding while another was just beginning, a classic formula for emotional turmoil. Indeed, I must admit that 1973 was the most memorable year in my life.
I suspect most humans have experienced similar years and would guess that they also occurred during those formative years of freedom, between high school graduation and marriage. After all, intense and lasting memories are seared by strong emotions and that period is replete with episodes of joy and pain.
