So here we are. Game Seven. The city of Chicago is buzzing. The stores on Michigan Avenue close early in fear of riotous celebration to celebrate the anticipated Bulls win. The New York City Board of Education, in an unprecedented move, closed the schools for what it deemed "Herb Williams Day."

The scene at the United Center is hectic. President Clinton shows up on Jordan's invitation.

Hue Hollins and Hubert Davis are seated behind the Knicks bench. Charles Smith is also in attendance, lurking.

The Bulls ride the momentum of the boisterous chicago crowd to a 58-23 halftime lead. The Knicks look pathetic. Starks' shooting has been way off, Allan Houston has been non-existent and both Oakley and Ewing are in foul trouble.

New York is a different team in the second half. Ewing's fadeaway jumpers are falling, and Larry Johnson seems to have suddenly decided to be good, demonstrating a god-like array of post moves.

The Knicks are down just 13 entering the fourth quarter.

Dennis Rodman, upset about Ru Paul not being in the crowd, refuses to take the floor for the fourth. Gene Siskel appears to be balding--the fans are clearly nervous.

The Bulls' fourth-quarter strategy is to dump the ball into Jordan. But he's missing. He's missing on the tongue drive from the wing, missing on the turnaround from the baseline, missing on the spot-up threes.

Without Rodman, all of Jordan's misses are falling into the hands of the Knicks' front line. Houston turns it on in transition, hitting 5-of-6 from downtown in the quarter.

The Knicks have the ball, down two, with 6.5 seconds to go. With Oakley about to inbounds, Van Gundy calls a frantic time-out.

Hobbling from the Knicks' locker room is Childs. He walks onto the floor, tells Ward to take a seat and huddles with his teammates.

When play resumes, Childs dishes to John Wallace, who promptly delivers a facial to Scottie Pippen.

Yes, and it counts.

The Los Angeles Clippers await New York in the NBA Finals.