The Knicks have been in basketball business since 1946. They have never had a parade. They will get one Thursday, all right. They will take that regal ride up Broadway, from Battery Park to City Hall, and there’ll be a million or two of their closest friends lining either side of the street.
There isn’t a lot of use for ticker tape these days, but someone at Western Union should spend the morning combing through basements, attics and archives. Somewhere there must be a few of their old tickers, a few spools of their old tape — between a half-inch and three-quarters of an inch wide. Feed a few miles of it into the machine for old times sake.
Chop it into little pieces of square confetti.
And let it all go as the Knicks take their triumphant turn up the Canyon of Heroes.
