NBA teams are prone to stinkers. They could occur at the tail end of a dense schedule. They could be a side effect of an injury bug. Or maybe one team is vastly superior to the other. In Wednesday’s case, it was none of the above.
No way Brooklyn wins Monday night’s game had it been played two weeks ago. Those Nets were a dying patient—old, slow and primed for burial even amongst the dreck that is the East.
In one night, Lionel Hollins and the Nets undid all those feel-good stories from their modest two-game winning streak coming out of the All-Star break.
Here come the small-ball lovers. “See–the Nets won two in a row by taking a page out of Kidd’s playbook. What irony!” Except they don’t realize that it can’t be sustained.
Because Billy King couldn’t unload any of his Max Three, Brooklyn’s future will remain bleak for the next few years. By then there’d better be a new caretaker in charge.
I’ve had enough of D-Will’s excuses. Trading Brook Lopez could also be addition by subtraction. They both have to go — for whatever Nets GM Billy King can get at auction.
Even Lionel Hollins admitted that Wednesday’s win in Toronto meant a little more considering the venue. Unfortunately, all of this recent good work can be undone in a weekend.
Just when you thought this season couldn’t get any stranger. Unfortunately, there is little Billy King can do to resurrect this team.
This third season in Brooklyn is headed for epic failure. Even the best-case scenario has the Nets sneaking their way into the eighth seed in the Eastern Conference playoffs where the Hawks will surely send them home for good.
Something has always bugged me about Kevin Garnett’s tenure here. He is getting paid $12 million this season. To play, not to dispense advice from the sidelines.
Like their cross-river rivals from Manhattan, the Nets are not anywhere near ready to perform for prime-time audiences, as indicated by Thursday’s horrific 123-84 loss to the Clippers on TNT.
It was another one of Billy King’s gross miscalculations. Sorry, Billy — not having The Truth hurts.
I ask any of you who have qualms about this potential deal: What exactly do you think you’ll get for a broken-down Lopez?
I wouldn’t begrudge Lionel Hollins if he took a peek down the sideline at some point on Wednesday and saw Memphis coach Dave Joerger — and then wished he could trade places.
As a Jets fan, I’m supposed to feel … what, exactly? Bitter? Depressed? Giddy? How about none of the above?