CLEVELAND — It really didn’t matter where you were; by 10:30 or so, you were connected, all across the city, all across the vast kinetic network known as Knicks Nation. It didn’t matter the area code, the ZIP code, the time zone. At Radio City Music Hall, the celebration had been going on for two solid hours before the clock at the bottom of the massive screen finally read 0:00.

Before the glorious numbers flanking it read “130” to the left, “93” to the right.

At the Henry Street Ale House in Brooklyn Heights, they decided to open just for the game, just for the regulars. They let the cooks stay home and just kept serving beer after beer to the giddy customers who filled the bar with a foundation-rattling roar at game’s end.

Joe Walsh, the bartender, marveled at it all.