Ch. 38
With just about three weeks to go, we welcomed in the surprisingly
still relevant and playoff-worthy Nets into our building. You could have talked to a thousand people at the beginning of that season and asked, "Do you think the Nets will make the playoffs?" and a solid 75% of them would have said "Hell no!"
But Brooklyn -- with the return of their franchise leader in Brook Lopez, with the addition of JJ Redick, and the development of Russel, LeVert, and other young pieces had become a playoff-contender. They weren't jokes anymore ... they were ready for some postseason action.
And the game they played against us proved it in the end. The game was a back and forth affair in the first, with Lopez going OFF. The dude was hungry for a win, hungry for playoff action, and he went at our bigs like he was a combination of himself and his brother, Robin.
Rebounds. Putbacks. Mid-range jumpers. Corner triples. Lopez was doing it all and had a bonkers first quarter, where he scored 12 points and grabbed 7 boards.
But for all the work Lopez was doing, we had Victor Oladipo doing more -- dunks were his bread and butter. VO would not be denied.
In the second, Myles got hot from beyond the arc -- nailing back-to-back triples that extended our lead into double-digits for the first time all game, and making the Nets look silly for letting him camp in the corner.
But Brooklyn wasn't about to go quietly into the night -- as the half was ending, they inbounded the ball to Jeremy Lin, and he hit a long pull-up triple that cut our lead to just 7-points.
We were hot -- VO and Lopez were battling for supremacy in that first half. But McHale drilled into us that we were sagging off them too much, going under the screens instead of over. He wanted us aggressive and in their faces, not sitting back and waiting for them.
"You attack them and force them to get through you
before they get their shot," he told us.
In the third, Brooklyn got a taste of our defense -- and boy, did we suffocate them. HB and Myles swarmed guys all over the court and the Nets -- unable to get their shooters free -- had to toss it inside to guys like Amir Johnson.
That worked out about as well as you expect.
We feasted on transition buckets, and, by the time the fourth rolled around, we were rolling to the rim. VO and I were locked in with each other, and the Nets could do little to stop it ... but they could watch.
We walked out of their with a nice win. Brooklyn was not a joke -- after that game, I figured out they weren't a team we wanted to see early in the postseason (or at all).
With the loss, the Nets playoff position got a little more precarious. The bottom of the East was a cluster*uck of mass proportions -- teams that were counted out were clawing back and teams that were surefire locks were sinking.
With the win, we officially clinched our playoff spot -- which was good. We still had to get to 50, but we were close.
Meanwhile, the Pistons trade for Conley looked to be working out -- Detroit was over .500 and actually competent looking. The Wizards were on the outside looking in and, though I didn't want to see the Greek Freak in the first round, I liked the idea of John Wall not making the playoffs. From Finals to sitting on a couch during the posteason ... the idea of that made me happy.
Out West, things were less interesting, but not boring.
The Warriors were leading the conference (no surprise) and the Rockets, defending champs, were sliding down the standings -- injuries to their bench were doing them in, but they were still solidly in the playoff mix.
NOLA was beasting, and this was without Anthony Davis (still out 2-4 weeks with an ankle injury), which made it all the more impressive.
The 7th and 8th seeds were where things got fascinating. The Blazers looked to have a second lease on life thanks to the deadline deal. The Nuggets were just
barely hanging onto the final seed, as Isiah Thomas, Paul Milsap, and Jokic tried to drag Denver into the playoffs.
But right behind them were the T'Wolves, having a disappointing year, and -- to everyone's surprise -- the Mavericks, who with Mudiay and ROLO were so damn close to postseason ball. I was hoping the Mavericks might make it in -- both Mudiay and ROLO deserved to see some postseason action.
I doubted they'd win anything, but playoff bonus money was always a good thing. Especially in an income tax free state.