Die-hard fans landed tickets for hundreds of dollars, but how much is a memory worth?
NEW YORK — One humid night some 27 years ago, Jeremy Spicer and his friends were playing H-O-R-S-E with a makeshift hoop at the corner of E. 43rd Street and Foster Avenue, deep in Brooklyn.
Clad in his sweat-soaked Patrick Ewing jersey, he promptly d... [315 chars]