With a coma's intensity, the Brooklyn Nets attacked the New York Knicks head-on in the battle of who could care less and won just emphatically in that department. They shot shots that didn't matter. They barely attacked the basket. They let Andray Blatche do enough silly things to commit six turnovers. They allowed a bunch of dunks and three-pointers by their cross-town rival, whose season ends tomorrow. They were just awful for the better part of 48 minutes, changing nothing.
The Nets will still either be the fifth or sixth seed, and they'll still either play the Bulls or Raptors. We'll know exactly which tomorrow. But this game was a crash-course in indifference.
"Hey, who threw this car in reverse? And why's it on cruise control?"
Fine, I guess. That's all I got.
Want to get this out of the way now: the Iman Shumpert crossover that knocked Pierce over looked way worse in real time than it did on the replay. Pierce stepped on Shumpert's foot, which caused him to lose his balance.
Other than that, thought he didn't sleepwalk as much as the rest of the team, though he definitely dozed through a few possessions.
If tonight was his chance to solidify playoff minutes, Andray Blatche is not going to play playoff minutes.
Played in the starting lineup for the third straight game with Shaun Livingston out, and he is so so sneaky. He snuck his way in front of two plays in the first quarter, hitting the floor for one steal and picking off a baseline pass for another. He snuck this beautiful no-look pass to Mason Plumlee in the first half. He moves like one of those inflatable tube men outside of a car dealership.
Really wanted him to shoot, like, 50 times in this game. But I'll take him firing with reckless abandon either way. But his on-ball defense is not pretty.
There's something endearing about the fact that Mason Plumlee just keeps dunking and dunking and dunking, no matter how bad or irrelevant a game gets. He's no KG on the defensive end, but he's made strides.