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It felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you. For much of Saturday night Jalen Brunson looked … what’s the word? Human? Vulnerable? Average? Ordinary?
It happens. You play enough playoff games, you’re going to have a few stinkers. LeBron James has had his share. So did Michael Jordan. Larry Bird? There are Celtics fans who still fume about how poorly he played in the ’85 Finals. Kareem. Jerry West. You throw yourself out into the fray enough times, the game will catch up to you once in a while.
It just hadn’t happened to Brunson yet.
Not as a Knick, not really, not like this. We know about the ankle, which was bad enough to cost him a month, and then he tweaked it Saturday. Maybe it was that. We know shooting a basketball can be a fickle thing; sometimes the ball won’t fall, and Brunson missed 11 of his first 13. The Knicks offense was stagnant: just 15 assists through three quarters.
