Sometimes, it just ain’t your night.
On Tuesday evening, the Indiana Pacers walked into Madison Square Garden and put on one of the best shooting displays you’ll ever see from a road team with the chance to take control of a series.
Through three quarters, they were shooting 11-of-19 from 3-point range for a conversion rate of 57.9 percent. On top of that, they continued to get a friendly whistle, drawing 15 fouls and taking 16 free throws to only 10 & 10 for New York.
And on top of all that, Indy opened the fourth quarter on a 9-0 run.
Like I said, sometimes it just ain’t your night.
Except this night didn’t belong to the Pacers.
It belonged to the team that came into MSG with such ferocity, such poise, and such a sense of purpose that no amount of hot shooting or free throws was going to knock them off their path to victory.
That team was the New York Knicks, who, for the umpteenth time this season, entered a game after hearing a news cycles’s worth of doubters sing the lines of their obituary, only to shove that page of the newspaper right down their f——- throats.
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