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.
This is where “Magic Mike” can earn his way into Jets lore. If he succeeds, and in a few years the Jets take off for lands not seen in many decades, then I’ll believe anything is possible.
The real bottom line is this: Even with Darrelle Revis, how much better do you think the Jets got this offseason?
The Nets were only trailing Utah, 78-75, with 5:45 remaining in the fourth quarter at Barclays Center Sunday night, but the ensuing substitution horn might as well have been a death knell.
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.