Magic Walk Into the Garden, Walk Out With the Knicks’ Win Streak

 

On a chilly night in New York, when the Garden was supposed to feel like the safest house on the block, the Knicks found out what happens when you let a young Orlando team get too comfortable: they start rearranging the furniture. The Magic snapped the Knicks’ five-game win streak and handed New York its first home loss of the season, a clean and convincing 124–107 lesson in how fast things can tilt in this league.

If you’re looking for the turning point, you didn’t need a telestrator—just watch Franz Wagner turn the court into his own personal canvas. He played with that slow-burn swagger that drives New Yorkers crazy, dropping 28 points with nine boards, four assists, and a couple of thieving hands that stole more than just possessions; they stole momentum. Desmond Bane, who shoots with the confidence of a guy who’s never seen a cold streak in his life, added 22 on 7-for-15, filling in the gaps with six rebounds, eight assists, and three shots from deep that felt like daggers every time the Knicks tried to breathe.

And then came Anthony Black—17 points, cool as you like—one of six Magic players in double figures. You talk about a balanced attack; Orlando looked like a team that showed up with a plan and the nerve to carry it out.

New York tried to play the part of the comeback kids because that’s what this building demands, even on nights when the basketball gods aren’t returning calls. Jalen Brunson worked his way to 31, all grit and footwork and “don’t worry, I got this.” Karl-Anthony Towns posted 15 and 12, doing the blue-collar stuff that doesn’t always make highlight reels but keeps teams alive. Just not alive enough tonight.

But here’s the part that stings more than a single loss in November: the Knicks can’t afford to wobble at home against .500 teams if they want to talk seriously about championships. Not in this Eastern Conference. Not with this kind of ambition. The Garden is supposed to be the fortress, the flex, the place where opponents come to get humbled, not reheated.

Instead, the Knicks walked off the floor looking like a team that just got reminded of a truth as old as the league itself: talent matters, but execution matters more. And on this night, the Magic executed.

The lights were bright, the crowd was loud, the stakes were simple. Orlando handled it. The Knicks didn’t.

And that’s the story. Tonight, anyway. Tomorrow is another shot at proving they can make this place feel like home again.