“Winning a scoring title is all fine and dandy. But May and June is when legacies and legends are made. You are what your record says you are. And Melo is 23-43 in the postseason.
He had been the Invisible Man in the fourth quarters of Games 3 and 4. Two free throws. And as many field goals as Jason Kidd.
For so long last night, he was Bernard King, he was Ewing, he was Clyde Frazier in Game 7 against the Lakers.
But in his team’s most desperate hour, he choked.”
Tommy DeeFair or unfair Melo’s 4th quarter numbers speak for themselves. And for the third consecutive post season as a Knick his teammates folded around him forcing him to have to be extra special and take all the heat upon defeat.
Part of the gig.
I think Melo just ran out of gas and for a long time during the 4th quarter, after he beautifully found JR for an open 3, a pass that no one thought he ever made and a pass no one in the media will ever remember, he was playing 1 on 8. I compare his game yesterday to a 3 or 4 hitter in baseball going 3 for 5 with a HR and 4 RBIs in a playoff game but popping up with the tying runs on base in the 8th. Melo had to be perfect last night and expect help and instead he was only perfect for 3 quarters. His moment could have been a dunk on Hibbert that was arm-wrestled away by the series biggest x-factor.
Some media “experts” crack me up with their shallowness. Blame Melo for choking and for not rising to the occasion. No one mentioned Frank Vogel the tactician and not one that I’ve studied predicted Hibbert’s dominance and the emergence of Lance Stephenson.
The Pacers played their best basketball at the right time, to a man. The Knicks to a man were dreadful with some bright spots from Iman Shumpert and Chris Copeland.
But if you read ink papers you’d think that Melo had nothing to do with almost taking this series the distance.
Yes, Melo needs to get better and he has to strengthen some weaknesses. But let’s be fair they were never getting past Miami. It’s a process and I think they made a major step forward this year.
Gotta love New York media.