So far, this Jets gig has been a breeze for new general manager Mike Maccagnan. But it has had at least one pothole to navigate.
Billy King’s timing couldn’t have been better.
You can break down why one of the teams won 60 games during the regular season while the other finished six games under .500 into one simple sentence: The Hawks dribble to pass while the Nets dribble to shoot.
The definition of a Nets fan’s fool’s gold: A Jarrett Jack hot shooting streak. You see, Atlanta doesn’t rely on one guy to play hero every possession.
More important than any strategy, Lionel Hollins has these Nets playing with a passion, an attention to detail on the defensive end, and unselfishness on offense.
Considering the number of lopsided series in the first round, Monday’s Game 4 between the Nets and Hawks is a must-see event for all NBA fans.
A Little League coaching colleague of mine has this saying: “You can’t hide in baseball.” It turns out that it’s also true in basketball.
This was the game the Nets were praying for — and yet they still fell short. Don’t count on it occurring again in Game 2.
For whatever cosmic reasons, the Nets will be competing in games with even more meaning. I was wrong about whether they would get there. That won’t stop me from putting on my soothsayer hat again.
The only thing consistent about this team has been their inconsistency. Here’s one thing you can count on, though: On Wednesday, the Nets will be counted out.
Unfortunately, these are your 2014-15 Nets, folks. And if there’s one player who embodies the Brooklyn fans’ frustrations, it’s Jarrett Jack.
The Nets have come back from the abyss to now own their postseason destiny. They have three home games this week, two of which are winnable.
Now it’s not what will the Nets do if he decides to stay and keeps the team in luxury tax hell for another year, but how in the world can the Nets allow Lopez to leave if he opts out?
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. This is the regret not of a mobster, but of a Brooklyn Nets fan.
After 30-plus years, I have decided to buck tradition. I no longer need to beware the Ides of March, for this year I will not be joining an NCAA Tournament pool.