It’s bad enough that this Nets season appears to be headed for epic disaster, but the list of embarrassments from Tuesday night’s Heat game was so frighteningly long I don’t even know where to begin.
Forget Mariota. Forget Winston. The Jets won a game in the present, but likely lost out at a shot at a brighter future.
So … everyone’s seen Billy King’s record when he (twice) had carte blanche to construct a franchise, but now Nets fans are supposed to be OK with ownership allowing him to burn it to the ground?
My exhortation was in no way expressing any displeasure towards Great Britain’s monarchy, including the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. It’s time to end the reign of GM Billy King.
So yes, Nets fans like myself can gloat all we want about this season’s dominance over our cross-river rivals, but we should be more worried that it will be very short-lived.
After a couple of 8-8 seasons had us thinking that maybe they’re not so far away, there’s no obscuring the Jets’ true status now.
If you look hard, there were some moments and players from 2014 that made us thankful that we are who we are: loyal Big Apple sports fans to the core.
Nets fans attending Wednesday night’s game at the Barclays Center must have felt like the cat in “The Itchy and Scratchy Show.” Because in the end, the rat always wins.
Somewhere in Milwaukee this morning, Bucks coach Jason Kidd is smiling as he reads reports his scouts have filed on the Nets in preparation for his impending return to Brooklyn on Wednesday.
Something has to be done with Brook Lopez. The seven-foot center is just killing the Nets on both ends of the court.
Joe Johnson, a 2014 All-Star and the Nets’ go-to scorer down the stretch of tight games, is not one who usually shares his beefs with the media. But something sure is bugging him these days.
Whenever Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov is in town to watch his favorite American toy play basketball, the game often turns out to be of secondary importance. That was the case Monday night.
I say 45-37 sounds about right to me–good enough for fifth place in the East. And I’ll set it even without an injury caveat.
Seven straight losses. The remainder of the season is meaningless. Why even debate the merits of who is the better quarterback between Geno Smith and Michael Vick?
The league seems content to take as much of the fans’ money as fast as they can, even if it means more performances by understudies in lieu of marquee attractions like Brook Lopez.