May 8, 2002


Just Give Him the Damn Ball! Here's Looking at You, Kidd (Allen St. John, Village Voice)
For a brief shining moment, it's showtime. Late in the fourth quarter of Game One of the Eastern Conference semifinals between the Nets and the Hornets,
Kenyon Martin

If basketball can be ballet, this was pure Balanchine, so surprising it took your breath away, and so perfectly executed it seemed preordained. Kareem, Magic, and Worthy couldn't have run it any better.

But for most of this post-season, if the Nets have been doing any dancing, it's been the kind that you'd find at the Bada-Bing, a bump and grind that reveals nothing so much as their weaknesses. During the regular season, the Nets were a guilty pleasure for the savvy hoops geeks who trekked out to the Meadowlands or caught them on cable. Most NBA teams that make a great leap forward do it by playing Soprano-style defense. The Nets blossomed by running and passing and simply playing beautiful basketball. Now it's playoff time, however, and except for a few brief teases, it's over. But give the Nets credit. They've been playing ugly, but winning ugly, too.

If you are one of the few who actually cried when the arbitrator ordered Rick Barry to leave the Nets and go play in the NBA, sobbed when they sold Dr. J, mourned the loss of Drazen Petrovic, and still think Yinka Dare is going to put it all together soon, this Nets team is a beautiful thing. Posted by Orrin Judd at May 8, 2002 8:09 AM
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