In the last two weeks, Terry has sneakily looked more like a human being paid to play professional basketball.
Clearly emotional from the get-go and it followed him throughout the game. His first shot fell well short, he hesitated swinging the ball around, didn’t get good looks, and found himself easily flustered. Did finally get on board in the third quarter, and hit a key shot with 2:38 left to put the Nets up eight, but tonight wasn’t about Pierce’s production in the slightest.
Hard to really give him an earnest grade, considering the circumstances. I give him a “C” for “Celtic.”
Livingston has an incredible eye for where the ball’s going. It’s what makes him such an effective rebounder and on-ball defender, even though he’s not particularly strong. Livingston used that length well tonight.
Took him a while to get into a rhythm. Made some good cuts, including one for a dunk off a Williams feed. The Nets severely lacked his “get to loose balls” quotient. Had a nice dish to Teletovic in the fourth to open up a good look at the rim for him.
Game-clinching steal, fast-break, and dunk. I was going to give him a “B” for “Boston” (and “Brooklyn”), but that play was so ridiculously perfect I can’t judge any other aspect of the game.
Solid super-Keith Bogans impersonation.
Shot was a bit flat, but a solid game setting up teammates who missed open shots. Looked quick in spurts and played well with Andrei Kirilenko. Used his size effectively on switches. Looked a little banged up after getting a knee to the quad in the fourth quarter, but stayed in the game without apparent issue.
Struggled against his former team like he spent 15 emotional years there, even though he only spent a matter of months in his rookie season.
Aggressive throughout, which makes sense. Of course in a game as emotional and wrought with player history as this, Andray Blatche would play like he was completely oblivious to it.
This wasn’t another explosion: Teletovic needed time to get into a rhythm, but got into the swing of things in the second half.
