Official Game Thread: Hawks at 76ers -- GAME 1

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So 76ers... You outshot us from the field (54.9% vs 51.2%) Outrebounded us (41 vs 35) Got to the line more (35 vs 21) Your best player, Embid, played damn near the whole game (38 m

I am so glad we won that despite the refs wearing Sixers jerseys underneath their zebra shirts. That game was officiated so badly I had to walk away before throwing the remote through the tv. It was B

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2 hours ago, kg01 said:

Glenn Rivers may be the Hawks' MVP, folks.

Aye ........... anybody else see JoeL late in the 4th ......


... better hope that knee hol' up, homes

That's not his fault. Dwight Howard being absolutely dogshit against the PnR is killing them

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3 hours ago, marco102 said:

Because they were all open looks and he should take them instead of ruining the flow of the offense by doing more than he is capable of.  It's why they put Kevin in early though.  The Sixers will be in real trouble if we can get a semi-healthy Dre back, because that would be him in the corner for those threes. 

There were a few threes were he is the first pass of the posession and I don't like those threes. I have no problem with Solo taking a shot after we swing the ball around the horn in a good posession, but a posession where Trae brings the ball up passes it to solo on the wing and he takes a three on a sagging defender is an L in my opinion.

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3 hours ago, Final_quest said:

Glad someone mentioned this.  He got gimpy towards the end of the game.  If we win Game 2, would they consider shutting him down?  Definitely keeping tabs on his injury.  

Just as Thibs panicked and played the Rose card (into the ground), there's no turning back now.

38 minutes ago, NBASupes said:

That's not his fault. Dwight Howard being absolutely dogshit against the PnR is killing them

Eh, it's his fault for being in Homer Simpson shape.


Hawks ain't gonna wait around for him to catch his 3rd wind.

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3 hours ago, Final_quest said:

Glad someone mentioned this.  He got gimpy towards the end of the game.  If we win Game 2, would they consider shutting him down?  Definitely keeping tabs on his injury.  

I think that as long as he can manage the pain, we will see Embiid. Not a lot more damage can be done...he is going to have meniscal surgery in the off season and then rehab before next season. Not like ligament damage

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20 minutes ago, thecampster said:

The league has no shame!  Not only did they say it was correct not to call a foul on the BB mugging, they also said the following  play shouldn't have been a foul. There are some funny ones in here.


Just freaking wow at that. Absolutely ridiculous. 

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41 minutes ago, JayBirdHawk said:

Dwight was really bad.  There was some concern that he would man handle OO, he couldn't keep up with OO.

That's because he didn't have an opportunity in the post. OO took advantage of Dwight getting the ball at the top of the key / elbow. Hopefully they keep giving him the ball there. They seemed to have forgot what he did to OO last game down low. Stupid Doc....

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4 minutes ago, hawkzlova123 said:

This may e from center field but 8 think 00 cam handle embiid

Embiid is too strong for OO. He's like a pinball on Joel. He doesn't have his man strength as yet. 

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Cam guarding Embiid? LMAO. He looked like a pinball guarding Luka. Cam has to get stronger and that's for bigger big guys outside of lanky Durant and mechanical Bron. Forget about Jojo.

35 minutes ago, warcore said:

That's because he didn't have an opportunity in the post. OO took advantage of Dwight getting the ball at the top of the key / elbow. Hopefully they keep giving him the ball there. They seemed to have forgot what he did to OO last game down low. Stupid Doc....

Okongwu is really athletic. 

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The problem is... Philly through their best at us and only came back because of pressure and ref help. 

Well, the whole league is expecting our shooting to cool off... but what if it does not?

Moreover,  Nate will coach us how to beat their pressure... so then what??

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      After the Orlando Magic’s final regular-season loss in Chicago, Jameer Nelson embraced young league MVP Derrick Rose and offered up that forward-looking comment. Nelson’s famous last words were picked up on the ABC microphones and broadcast nationwide, drawing the ire of a Hawks team that had gone to two straight Conference Semifinals themselves.
      But really, who could blame Nelson for thinking that way? Was it not just the year before that Dwight Howard and the Magic trounced the Hawks in all four games of the semis, the largest cumulative margin of victory in a Best-of-7-game series in the history of bouncing balls, on their merry way to their second-straight Conference Finals?
      Now, one year later, Howard was about to win the Defensive Player of the Year for the third straight season, coming off of arguably his best all-around season at the still-jolly-green age of 25. Then Head Coach Stan Van Gundy’s club went out and added Q-Rich, and J-Rich, and cult-favorite Hedo Turkoglu, and former All-Star gunner Gilbert Arenas. Yeah, maybe they’ll miss backup center Marcin Gortat a little. But surely, there was no need for the Master of Panic, or anybody else, to fret about the Hawks.
      Meanwhile, those Hawks? Their new starting point guard, Kirk Hinrich, just arrived in mid-February. And who is supposed the Dwight-Stopper this time? Jason Collins? Head Coach Larry Drew, you’re kidding, right?
      Apparently, no one was ready for Jamal Crawford. America’s Best Sixth Man came off the bench and lit up Orlando with 23 points in Game 1, virtually matching All-Star Joe Johnson’s 25 points and 5 assists. Howard’s 46 points and Nelson’s 27 points made up nearly all of the Magic’s offensive firepower as they lost 103-93 at Amway Arena.
      The next three games were battles of attrition, with Orlando evening the series by winning 88-82, then Atlanta pulling away at Philips Arena by scores of 88-84 and 88-85, largely on the strength of Joe and Jamal. Zaza Pachulia left Jason Richardson feeling like a mini-thug in Game 3, and Jamal took the air out of the Highlight Factory with a game-winning, series-momentum-shifting three-pointer from the top of the arc over Nelson.
      Orlando finally got the laugher they anticipated in Game 5, winning 101-76. But, by then the prevailing view from the Hawks had become, “Orlando, we’ll see you in Game 6, back at our house.” With a packed house at Philips pulling for a “Dwight-Out”, iconic Hawks forward Josh Smith saved the day with a clean swat of Jason Richardson’s desperation three-point shot, sending the Magic packing with an 84-81 defeat and leaving Nelson's vow unfulfilled.
      Crawford and Hinrich deluged the Magic in the series with long-range shots, nailing a combined 25-of-56. Playing Jason Collins against Howard soaked up a lot of fouls that would otherwise have been charged to the more talented trio of Smith, Pachulia, and Al Horford, the All-Star forward who finished the series with a double-double average of 12 points and 10.2 rebounds. It would be Crawford’s last postseason for the Hawks, signing a free agent deal with Portland the following winter as the Hawks made room for Joe Johnson’s expanding contract.
      As for the Magic, the series served as a revelation that the supporting cast around Dwight wasn’t as sound or strong as he needed in order to lug a team to an NBA title. Dwight was still a monster in the series (27 points, 15.5 rebounds per game), but carrying his team took its toll, as he amassed a whopping 33 turnovers and 3 technicals while constantly preoccupied with foul trouble.The series upset opened the door to the possibility he’d seek greener pastures elsewhere very soon. By the close of the following season, Howard and Van Gundy were on the outs, Dwight dictating at different turns the alternative places he’d like to be traded.
      Three minutes into the close of the game-clinching victory, Hinrich injured his ankle. He would be out for the next series against Rose and Chicago, leaving the starting point guard duties to second-year guard Jeff Teague, who had experienced all of nine minutes of action in the Magic series. Looking forward from that point, it remained to be seen whether Teague would ever be the kind of player who could win a playoff game for the Atlanta Hawks.
    • By lethalweapon3
      “Orange and Blue” is the New “Black and Blue”.
      New York Knicks jerseys aren’t new, but they are the new Beer Muscles.
      I didn’t need to know my Jake Pauls from my Logan Pauls from my Cliff Pauls from my Mrs. Paul’s. But goshdarnit, Nate Robinson, back when you still had your faculties and all, what were you not thinking?
      Putting on that orange and blue with the “NEW YORK” emblazoned on it makes New Yorkers think they can step to anyone and accomplish anything, even if the Knicks themselves haven’t accomplished much of anything since Watergate. Moreover, it’s not just the tried-and-true natives of New Amsterdam who get their Dutch courage from a dash of Knicks gear.
      Irrationally, I opine that the athletes helming from the far-away land of Seattle are top-tier, a view I’ve held strongly since the heady heydays of Jamal “Don’t Crack” Crawford. Maybe it’s the crisp air, I dunno. Folks like Katelyn Ohashi, Apolo Ohno, and Gail Devers help give this theory some gravity.
      When it comes to hoops, Pacific Northwesterners that grew up seeing and learning of grungy Sonics-era guys like Nate McMillan, Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp have been flowing into the NBA in waves ever since. A multi-sport athlete on the come-up from U-Dub, NateRob got the benefit of making the biggest NBA splash right from the jump, courtesy of a 2005 draft-night deal when the Suns drafted then sent him with Quentin Richardson out to the Knicks for Kurt “Mr. Happy” Thomas.
      I have zero doubts that “Former Slam Dunk champion and SACRAMENTO KINGS star Nate Robinson” wouldn’t be walking in cold to anyone’s pay-per-view celebrity(?) boxing match unless he paid for a ticket. Note that I’m using “celebrity”, in the modern-day YouTube sense, as loosely as I can here. Was Salt Bae unavailable to glove up?
      You’re not gonna catch Atlanta Hawks legend Spud Webb out here, decades after his dunk title, taking up bullfighting or cheese-rolling or some nonsense. Where might you catch him all those years later? Standing still, as he should, as a prop while Nate leaps over him (on, what, the 14th try of the night?) to win his own contest. 
      Especially for us gravity-bound shorties, it was a quaint little sporting achievement that, 15 years removed, Robinson continues to overexploit, because he can, because NEW YORK. Last time you were forced to think about the athletic exploits of Fred Jones (Indiana) or Jeremy Evans (Utah) was when? Exactly. Just this very moment and, maybe, never again.
      He was a member of five NBA clubs over the course of his first 11 years in the NBA. But because of his Knicks tenure, the pride of the Emerald City is in a perpetual New York state of mind, hiring an Empire State dude to be his agent and drum up all kinds of crazy ways he can keep his name social-media-relevant. Said agent runs into wannabe pugilist and “influencer” Jake Paul (I’m just assuming it’s Jake, I don’t feel like double-checking), shoves his client into a gym for a months-long crash course in the squared circle, then propels him into a ring clad in blue-and-orange, thoroughly under-trained for even an undercard, with a whole (bored) world watching.
      After the bell, let’s have some introductions, shall we? NateRob, this is Leather. Canvas, say hello to Nate. Now Billy Paul or whoever is out here takin’ ‘bout, “If he dies, he dies,” him and his bro using Nate’s snoozing body as a stepping stone to talk mess with actual UFC fighters.
      Worst decision by a Puget Sound-area athletic competitor since Jason Terry, with his Celtic beer muscles, said to himself, “Ay, lemme go break up this lob here right quick.” NateRob could have chosen to rock some Seatown green before getting rocked in turn. But now, he done embarrassed his people on two American shores. It is true that a little better focus and readiness, and a lot more time in the gym, would have allowed Robinson at least a little more time on his feet. But none of this is happening if we were dealing, 15 years before, with Nate Robinson, high-flying top-scorer of some lackluster New Orleans Hornets team.
      The current fellows suited up in New York Knicks gear venture into Game 5 of the Best-of-7 series with the Hawks (7:30 PM Eastern, Bally Sports Southeast and 92.9 FM in ATL, TNT) trying their darnedest not to look like an accidental tourist that stumbled into some “celebrity” exhibition bout opposite Evander Holyfield. "It’s gonna be okay, my guy, don't fret! He's not gonna bite ya."
      Like schoolyard schemers who believe they’re Vince McMahon, New York sports fans in your corner will gas you up into thinking you’re some all-time great when you’re, at best, pretty good – or, “improved” -- and ready to be trotted out for anything against anybody when any sentient observer could advise that you’re not. The franchise clusters together ONE fine regular season (same as the Hawks, roughly equivalent to 47-35), their first in many years, and the dutiful New York sports media is doling out super-sized Bags of Chips while declaring their Knicks are All That.
      These Knicks thought they could roll a little Spike, a little spittle, a little spokes-mayor, a little Sbarro’s out there, and Atlanta would turn tail. That’s what they thought because that’s what they’ve been taught. You’re repping New York, and that’s all that matters. Why bother putting in the necessary work?
      The lower-seeded Hawks have put in the work, and that has been revealed for the balance of this first-round Eastern Conference series (as much as I hate to say these two words…) “thus far.” Not only did Atlanta have the homecourt disadvantage entering this series, but there was a rest disadvantage built into the scheduling, too.
      There were seven days between regular season’s end and Game 1 before a ravenous crowd at Madison Square Garden, then two-more off days before Game 2 in the same house. Game 3, in Atlanta, came with a one-day break. So did, Game 4 with its early-afternoon start at State Farm Arena.
      Now with two full days off before Game 5 back in NYC, coach Tom Thibodeau’s collective has been granted ample time not only to lick their wounds after losses, but also to gameplan and adjust to what McMillan’s Hawks are presenting out on the floors.
      Historically, the Bockers are 0-12 all-time when tasked to climb out of a 3-1 series hole (NBA teams are 13-248, as of last night, when trying to survive this deficit, as per Land of Basketball), and their opponents are from a sports town that knows a little something about counting chickens before they’ve hatched. Now, here's a little story that needs to be heard.
      If you ask Spike nicely, he’ll recall the time his Knicks blew a 3-1 lead to their former head coach. Game 5 in Miami went Pat Riley’s way, saving the heat’s season, but Jeff Van Gundy’s club got unglued near game’s end, when Lady Byng Citizenship Award winner P.J. Brown snapped and went Citizen Kane, rag-dolling pesky low-bridger Charlie Ward WWE-style into the photographer’s section.
      John Starks gets tossed, along with Ward and Brown. Yet while Miami’s P.J. was suspended for the remainder of the series, New York’s Starks, Ward, Allan Houston, Patrick Ewing and Larry Johnson also got suspended for one game.
      The latter three penalties were the result of rules imposed by David Stern – if you’re not in the game, don’t leave the bench! – after a 1993 halftime dust-up featured an inactive New York guard Greg Anthony, a Las Vegas kid with Beer Muscles and dressed in horrifically garish 90’s fashion, stepping on court to cheap-shot Kevin Johnson in defense of Doc Rivers. Through their union, Knick players sought an emergency legal injunction, but a New York judge (and begrudging Knicks fan) denied their motion to stay the suspensions pending arbitration.
      Per league rules requiring nine players per team, Ewing and Houston sat out with Ward for Game 6, while LJ and Starks were suspended for Game 7. With the Knicks missing key reinforcements, Miami prevailed at MSG in Game 6 and made Game 7, back in their house, a mere formality. New York had blown their last, best chance to wrestle the Shute from Chicago with The Finals on the line, because Beer Muscle Rules dictate they had no choice but to Keep It Real.
      There’s a good moral to the story in there for Hawks coach McMillan to share with his young pups ahead of this Game 5. There’s little question that the team headed by Trae Young (Mount Rushmore du jour: 4th newbie in NBA Playoffs history to average 25 PPG and 10 APG in first four games) and a bloodied-yet-unbowed John Collins will be ready to roll with whatever punches, however figurative, come their way. Granted a final eight-count, will Julius Randle and his teammates come up off the mat ready to properly stick-and-move?
      I keep waiting for Orange Julius to pull back the hood and reveal 2011-era Josh Smith. Every instance that Randle pokes his hands out at referees, pleading like Oliver Twist and pouting, go right ahead and chalk up another two or three points for the Hawks in your head. By default, he landed his best jabs of the series in Game 4, a 113-96 loss to a Hawks team that laid off the gas late. But in a playoff series where his inexperience and unfair expectations are getting exposed, he gets too easily punch-drunk when things aren’t going his way.
      So much attention, including his own, is directed at Julius’ shooting struggles (16.3 PPG on 24.1 shots/game, FTs included). But a remodeled point-forward who averaged a team-high 6.0 APG in his award-winning season could only muster 10 assists, to go with 10 turnovers, through the first three games of this series. Even in Game 4, Randle managed to up the ante with 7 assists, but accompanied that with 5 turnovers, 5 fouls for the second-straight game (the final hack a sketchy one), and lackadaisical defense that would have gotten someone else on Thibs’ roster benched.
      Much of Randle’s dime-drain stems from the lack of teammates, aside from Derrick Rose, making even open perimeter shots. Bailey, Banks and Biddle could come in and drop more gems than the trio of Barrett, Burks, and Bullock (combined 20-for-67 3FGs for the series). “I see it. I’m open,” RJ shared with The Athletic’s Mike Vorkunov after Game 3. “I just got to make it.” Barrett proceeded to score 21 mostly by attacking inside, but the sophomore went 2-for-7 on jumpers outside the paint on Sunday.
      Randle’s Knicks have been grounded and pounded by the Hawks’ stout man and recovering help defenders, unable to sustain their rebounding advantage (lost 48-39 in Game 4), and unable to use foul-shot discrepancies as an excuse (Playoffs-low 17.5 FTAs/game; 70 FTs attempted by ATL in four games, 74 FTs made by NYK on 21 more attempts).
      While McMillan continues to preach to the Hawks about pursuing second, third, and fourth options in halfcourt possessions, the Knicks are getting mired in My-Turn, Your-Turn Land between Rose and Randle, and the other so-called “options” around the horn aren’t trying to locate each other. Playing to if not just a bit outside of his strengths, Rose (22.8 PPG, highest in a full series since his 2011 MVP season) is doing all he knows to do to help his team, but Randle (26.3 FG% on isos) isn’t creating for himself or others via post-ups.
      Third in the NBA in post-up possessions during the regular season, Julius is faintly credited by NBA Stats with a single post-up possession through four games in this series. Meanwhile, Reggie Bullock (1.0 APG this series; zero Game 4 points, 4 FGAs in 34 minutes) is so focused on putting the screws to Trae and others on defense, as Thibs explained to reporters on Sunday, that he’s running on empty at the other end.
      New York would love to have even Mr. 50/50/100 himself, Tony Snell, as a veteran option for spurts. Snell has been DNP’d after logging 12 minutes in the first two contests, and if he’s healthy he could be a surprise boost off the bench. In terms of scoring impact, Thibs’ mid-series decision to move Rose into his starting five was offset only slightly by substituting an injury-nagged Nerlens Noel with starter Taj Gibson. A starting Rose makes it imperative that Atlanta’s bench brigade seizes the opportunity to outshine New York’s once more.
      Leading the backups to a 31-28 edge over the Knicks in Game 3, 37-28 in Game 4, Atlanta reserves Danilo Gallinari and Kevin Huerter rebounded and made key shots and plays, such that starters Bogi Bogdanovic and De’Andre Hunter didn’t need to have banner days for Atlanta to keep the Knicks at bay. Add a touch of a semi-productive Lou Williams, Onyeka Okongwu and/or Snell to the mix in Game 5 and the Hawks, outscored 64-31 in bench points in Game 1 and 55-22 in Game 2 thanks to Rose, could gain a decisive final advantage on the road. Just don’t All-Bench ‘em, Coach Nate.
      Division rival Washington gifted, let’s just say, this series’ eventual winner by extending their series with Philadelphia on Monday, denying the Sixers and their momentarily injured star center a definite rest advantage ahead of the Eastern Conference semis. That should only serve as further incentive for the Hawks to conclude the series with New York as soon as possible. Doing so on the road could serve as useful experience for what could lie ahead.
      It’s not about, “if I can make it here, I can make it at anything, anytime, versus anyone, anywhere.” Striving to be an omni-athlete on multi-vitamins in your late 30s is fine. Sadly, Nate Robinson had to learn about the flaws of relying on New York’s Tough-Guy Transitive Property, with poor preparation and poor focus, the hard way.
      Hopefully, Clint Capela and the Hawks will be able to assert the problematics of adhering to such a short-sighted mindset into the brains of the Knicks, along with the adoring fans that bothered to bring their brains with them, a bit more subtly tonight, just once more in the house that Ali-Frazier built.
      “We win the game, we talk ((Dellavedova)) and we push around. So, what are you gonna do about it?” Capela (13.0 RPG, 2nd in NBA Playoffs) asserted when asked of the Hawks’ calm, cool, connected counterpunches to the Knicks’ Glass Joe, wannabe-Fat Joe bravado.
      Clint has personal experience closing out Thibodeau, Gibson and Rose, plus Karl-Anthony Towns and Jimmy Butler in Game 5, first-round action, when his 26 points and 15 boards helped CP3 and James Harden’s Rockets gentlemanly dispatch the Timberwolves to the hinterlands in 2017. “We can be physical, but we can win games as well. Now, we’re coming to your house to win this game, again, and send you on vacation.” I’m told the fish in the Hudson put up a good fight in the summertime.
      What are the Knicks going to do? A prominent New Yorker once noted that everybody has a plan until, well, Mr. Robinson surely knows the ending to that quotable. Do these Knicks even have a plan, one perhaps involving a basketball? It may no longer matter if they do, but we’ll all find out soon enough.
      When it comes to the outcome of this playoff series? It’s no longer up to you, New York, New York.
      Let’s Go Hawks!
    • By lethalweapon3
      “Psst! Mayor Bill! Here. Come sit by me.”
      We’re back in The Traedium for Game 4 (1 PM Eastern, Bally Sports Southeast and 92.9 FM in ATL, ABC)! “Tidbits in the Morning!”
      We want the New York Knicks and their unctuous supporters to mutter, “Well, we’ll just see you back here in Game 6!” and “Knicks in 7!” once today’s affair concludes. Doing so will require our Atlanta Hawks to continue take care of The Seven R’s. Randle. Rose. (hold on, the time clock just messed up again. Okay, where were we? At two?) Rebounding. RJ. Reggie. Recovery. And the Refs.
      One sobering Knickfan on SB Nation put it plainly after Friday’s raucous Game 3 win. Paraphrasing: in this series, one team’s star is building its entire team around him and the infectious synergy he creates. The other team’s star is trying to get up off the mat and do all he can think to do, for a club that effectively drafted his eventual replacement back in November.
      Julius Randle (14.7 PPG, 11.7 RPG, but 20.6 2FG% and 30.0 3FG%) is struggling to be the best R on his team, much less the best R on the floor (Hey, New York, maybe try “RAYFORD!” as a Game 5 taunt? It used to work so well for Mets fans with “LARRY!”).
      I see Derrick Rose (24.3 PPG, 51.7 FG%, 4.7 APG) as more of a release valve than a player steaming up the nets in this series. His scoring efficiency would be problematic for the Hawks if he were the Knicks’ supplementary, not the primary and ultimate, threat. Somebody has to score, and he’s scoring mostly in his own conventional ways, although Atlanta doing better at honoring his three-point shot (3-for-5 3FGs in Game 3, rest of NYK 6-for-25) will help bring that efficiency down.
      If he can give the Knicks quality production over the course of 25-30 minutes, not 35-39, that would be better for them in the long haul. If only to get somebody aside from Rose to stir things up inside, look for Knicks coach Tom Thibodeau to put his rookie Immanuel Quickley (89.1 regular-season FT%, 11th in NBA) on the ball more going forward. Momma Payton, I am so sorry.
      Similarly, it would aid New York if they could get rebounding and stops from a guy over three years Rose’s senior in 15-20 minutes, not 25-30. Taj Gibson could not duplicate his Game 2 impact on Friday (six rebounds and 0 steals, down from 7 and 3, respectively; 2-for-6 FGs in 26 minutes), allowing Atlanta, less hemmed-in by foul trouble, to narrow the Knicks’ rebounding advantage from 54-41 last Wednesday to 45-42.
      The Knicks still nabbed 13 O-Rebs for the third consecutive game, with all five starters plus Nerlens Noel and Obi Toppin digging in during Game 3. Atlanta properly boxing out and relying on help rebounders like De’Andre Hunter, Kevin Huerter and Tony Snell, to cut down on extra-chance scoring opportunities will make New York’s uphill climbs steeper.
      We never got to find out how the player Atlanta traded for, out of 2018’s #3 spot, might have fared in his postseason debut, had it come about in his second pro season. We can only hope it would not be as much of a challenge as it has been, so far, for the fellow the Knicks came away with at #3 in 2019. With one more Hawks win tonight, Canada Men’s National Team GM Rowan Barrett will hope to begin re-orienting his son, RJ (34.2 FG%, incl. 2-for-9 in Game 3), toward another team entirely next month.
      A three-game comeback and another week or two of second-round action won’t give Rowan much time to convene his talented kid with Nick Nurse, Andrew Wiggins and the Canadians for the FIBA Olympic Qualifying Tournament, which begins in British Columbia less than a month from today. Looking at the current ongoings in Japan, though, this “problem” may take care of itself.
      Some bad news from Game 3 was, the Hawks only scored a pair of fastbreak points. The good news is Atlanta still won that category on Friday, by two (2-0 Game 3, 15-6 Game 2, 9-9 Game 1). Getting shut out in that department won’t sit well with Thibs, who expects a modicum of quick-strike transition after defensive stops to throw teams off.
      The Hawks will look to push the pace more frequently on a team so reliant on Rose and Gibson to run the court. The Knicks will turn to Quickley, on occasion, to hurry the ball upcourt and kick out the ball to their killer B’s (Reggie Bullock, Barrett, Alec Burks), in hopes of getting them unstuck with kickouts to the corners.
      Can Elf give Bullock some hair advice? That’s all I’ve got for Reggie.
      If Atlanta is so fortunate as to begin pulling away in the second half, Bullock and the Knicks have an R of their own up their sleeve – Resorting, to thuggery, either to tilt Game 4 back toward their favor and/or “send a message” that a potential closeout Game 5 in Manhattan won’t be so kind. As young and inexperienced as the Hawks are, they pulled off a masterclass in rash-alk on Friday… trash-talk, without any T’s. Whatever they’re doing to keep the Referees’ attention on the Knicks’ big mouths, keep it up!
      Closing tidbit: I’m happy Mayor Keisha hasn’t been goaded into a pointless wager with Bill de Blah-Blah-Blah. Who wants to win some wet teddy bears on a bun, anyway? We’ll keep our bushels of peaches, thank you.
      Let’s Go Hawks!